Nice is not a word that Molly has ever especially wanted to have anything to do with her sex life. It's pretty fucking useless, for one, neither interesting nor all that descriptive. Even if that weren't the case, it would hardly be what comes to mind when she thinks of Daniel, anyway. Not that he hasn't been, but it's not what she likes about him and doesn't really seem all that applicable. Having his hands on her, though, being touched like this, even though it's not much of anything, it's the first thing she thinks, that it's nice. It's been entirely too long, and when she's felt so unlike herself, the reminder that she could still be wanted would be comforting if it weren't kind of hot. "Bed," she says, without stopping to think much about it, leaning in to kiss him again briefly. "More room."