You're a no good cover stealer

I have a tendency to hog the covers at night when Ben and I are sleeping. I guess I pretty much took all of them last night, so this morning, Ben gets up, comes over to me (I was reading on the couch), puts his hand on my hand, and when I look up and smile at him, he goes, "You're a no good cover stealer." Then walks away.

I won't be posting anything else until I can stop laughing.