His wry grimace, an initial response to the sight of the bedroom, morphs into a lopsided grin. "At least we won't have to worry about the noise."

A carved bedframe can't really squeak.

"Just my head," he adds, ducking through the doorframe to enter the room properly. "Think we can splurge on a good mattress?"

Isn't actually a question of permission; Jayce fully intends to do so, with or without Viktor's help (but he expects no resistance, anyhow).