No, that's not what his ego is concerned about. He'd just rather the edges came off when they weren't in bed, that's all.

But he can't think of a way to say that that doesn't come off as criticism, and he's very aware of how they seem to be going out of their way to accommodate each other. Probably understandable, but he's starting to fray a bit.

'Don' know. Nothing. You don't have to convince me.'

He rubs a hand over his forehead, and picks his tea up.

'You going to be long? I'll go an' have a fag outside if you don' want smoke on your food.'