[ Between his own preconceptions and a pretty shit Insight check of 13, Caleb is none the wiser about Molly's fib. He smiles, letting an arm curl around the tiefling's waist in return. ]

That is very helpful. I think starting with...one and a half, maybe? Might be best. We can go from there.

[ His hand rubs up from Molly's waist along his spine, affectionate. ]

Not that staying in bed with you all day would be a chore, but I would rather not push it too far.