You want to sleep... in the tent... with me. [ Oh nonononono, Thomas did have some limits and boundaries! ] Well I was hoping that you could have your own tent, right next to mine.

And if you'd rather sleep in a barrel, maybe we can afford one of those eventually, too.

[ Please don't make him sleep with a smelly pirate? Even if they managed to somehow get Swede clean, there was drool to think about, and awful memories and nightmares. Swede was larger than Edith, too, which would make Thomas more likely to have nightmares of Lucille. ]

[ He does continue walking towards his tent as they speak, hoping to retrieve the towels to have an easier time of all this. ]