It was the couch. Sadly, the back of it, because otherwise Xanthippe would've just pulled him on top of her onto it. But it was not a hardship to be pinned between the couch and him, either. Especially because it still left her hands free to roam a little, which apparently meant that one slid down his side and back to his ass because hi, Hyacinthe.

They could talk just a little bit later.