"No," he answers softly. "You wouldn't have to do much to lure me anywhere, really."

He's glad he's got all that out of his system, and that he has something resembling a plan, but... oh, he's still so tired, and... she feels so good even just to rest against. He gives a long but quiet yawn.

"Mmmmm, for instance, why don't you lure me to your bed?" Really, Azwel? "Though I can't promise--" another yawn, "I'd be very entertaining at the moment."