Is the vetting really that strict if we have a man dedicated to random odd-jobs?

I slowly pried my eyes open, only to see the ceiling that slowly, slowly, I was starting to get familiar with. 

Yet, as my consciousness started to cast away the chains of slumber, I was soon hit with a whole series of effects that nearly dragged me right back to the realm of sleep. 

Even though I'd cast my covers at some point in the night, only half of my body felt cold while the other half was as comfortably warm as it could get with the addition of a soothing weight pinning me down to the bed's cushions. 

A weight that kept on gently moving with every breath Claire took. 

'Another morning like that, huh?' I thought, holding off on the desire to stretch out all the morning tiredness I could still feel in my bones. 

I wasn't rude enough to try stretching when Claire was still sleeping atop the right side of my chest.