Penelope was feeling a bit guilty. He cleared his throat lightly. "Well, I could sleep on the floor if needed. The couch is too small and uncomfortable anyway. I don't mind sleeping on the ground."

He glanced outside through the French windows, where the faint howling of the winter wind could be heard. It would be even more pitiful for him to sleep on the floor in this weather.

He sighed again. "It's already winter, and the ground is bound to be cold. But I’m in good health, I can endure it. You, on the other hand, should be careful not to catch a cold sleeping on the bed."

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