[It's only about now that Vash realizes that he's meant to sleep on the bed, rather than in a corner buried in fifty blankets. He's not complaining, just feels a little more awkward, given the apparent relationship between the two other men in the room. He scratches at the back of his neck, glancing at the bed a few times.]

Sander, huh? [Is in deliberately trying to ignore the blanketed elephant in the room now? Maybe.] Nice name. But yeah, can't say I blame you for not wanting to snuggle up there. Though it can get a bit more chilly at night. That's what this jacket was real good for.

[He flexes an arm.]

But uh... I guess I can just curl up at the foot of the bed? I don't mind being kicked or thumped or anything! Happens all the time!