That's not where they go. [But it's said with more of an exasperated sort of fondness than any actual irritation. She bends and picks the pillow up again, setting it on the bed.]

I'm making it comfortable for you, of course. Who else? Do you have someone else here I should know about? [She glances around, eyebrows raised in a 'well?' Expression, like some secret girlfriend's going to come waltzing out of a hidden closet or something.] Get her to take care of you. [Her tone is light, obviously joking.

Also don't push your hair back like that and look at her what is wrong with you.]