It was more than that. She had said that blanket, as opposed to 'the' or 'your'. There was something about this blanket in particular. Especially because it was one of Vex's constructs. Solomon eyed it warily, wondering what was on it before deciding he didn't want to know. He might find out accidentally, but frankly, it was a warm and soft blanket and he was too tired to be inclined to throw it off because of a veiled taunt.

He laid it back down and blinked at her for a moment, watching the amused vibration in the strands of the web. Really, China. The very idea of her changing his clothes for him was ludicrous enough that he didn't have to wonder. She'd lie about it sooner.

"Please." Now she mentioned it, his voice was hoarse, and the dryness in his throat probably had something to do with that. "I wasn't aware you moonlit as a nursemaid. How selfless of you."