Whatever the compatibility question is about these two?

The answer is ALWAYS YES!

It’s such an intimate part of each of them, but I have considered the same thoughts as you:

Paul I think would sleep like one of those crazed people that lie on their backs, hands folded across their chest like a corpse. He even had a tendency to flutter his eyes open when he sleeps. He has this vibe that is brain is always working on something, so he never settles fully into a deep, sprawling sleep. Definitely the guy to wake up with a ‘start’ and kick you in the shin with a sharp toenail twitch.

John is the laziest man in history. Period. Spoon him, cuddle him, pet him or not. He will get affectionate with a pillow or blanket if he has no one else. He’d be smothering yet endearing. Also, most likely to entwine his fingers with yours.

George is the person you’d hate to bunk with. I feel like his bony body would be all over you and you’d wake up in his and your sweat because he’s like an oven. It’s not always soft and comfortable, I picture a lot of elbows and knobby appendages interrupting my sleep.

How the various LIs sleep. Feel free to use any of the ideas for fics or art. Maybe link me up if you do, cause I’m a curious pain in the butt.

Alistair -- He’s a terrible roller, having grown up sleeping on the ground. It got so bad during his templar training days, they’d often wake to find him laying partially or fully off the bed. At one point in camp, he rolled so far in his sleep, he completely knocked the tent down -- and the Warden was in it with him at the time.

Zevran -- He sleeps with one pillow, but not to cushion his head. Instead, he cuddles around it in order to pass out. This is due to his days in the Crows. While sharing a small apartment with many assassins, Zevran would wad all of his belongings into a sack and sleep holding it so none would steal them.

Fenris -- His first few years in Kirkwall, Fenris wanted to sleep in the bed he thought he stole from Danarius but it was too soft. He compromised by ripping a door off the mansion and placing it atop the mattress. He can’t sleep the entire night, often waking at 2 or 3 in the morning and wandering the streets. As the years rolled on, Fenris’ insomnia didn’t improve, but he’d visit the Hanged Man to play cards with Varric. The dwarf started to keep a bed saved for him, with a wooden board placed above the mattress.

Anders -- A thrasher. When Anders slips into the fade in dreams, Justice gains more traction even if the body remains in sleep paralysis. This causes Anders’ body to uncontrollably twitch and wave around, the Spirit of Justice instinctively trying to assume control. Sometimes it gets so bad, he’ll have his hands tied before bed so he won’t hurt anyone laying beside him.

Iron Bull -- The worst snorer in thedas. Open mouth, rattle the windows of a house down the street kind of snorer. Once, the Chargers grew so tired of their boss’s snoring, every one of them buried Bull under a blanket or pillow torn from their bed. It did almost nothing to curb the sound. To their bleary-eyed chagrin, their boss woke with a great smile proclaiming he had the best sleep of his life. Note, he also sleeps exclusively in the nude.

Dorian -- Despite always bringing a satin sleep mask with him, he grows uncomfortable in the dark rooms and walkways of the Skyhold. Back home, the streets hum with constant mage fire, unlike the magic-hating south. Without a small candle sparking in blue flame, he cannot sleep, homesickness threatening to overwhelm him in the dark. His sheets; however, boast a 400 thread count because he’s no barbarian.

Solas -- Like the dead. He prefers to have his head elevated high, often stacking cushions or using a rucksack as if to keep watch. Some swear he sleeps with his eyes open, but that might be because he will sit quietly in thought and rarely blink. Once he slips off into the fade, a gentleness takes over his body as if his armor was ripped free.

Blackwall -- On his back, no pillow so his head is close to the ground that way he can hear any horses coming. While he’s not stupid enough to turn down a bed if offered, he’ll sleep wherever. He starts every night with his hands piled on his stomach, but finds as the night wears on, one hand will wind up right over his heart as if trying to hide something away.