He fixes his hair, knowing it's become a mess. He'd cut it only six weeks ago, but with all the chaos, hasn't had time to do any trims and so it's grown faster than usual into the mop it is right now. He's still not entirely pleased with her nightly activities, but is better because he knows about them now. It's the secrecy he hadn't been happy with.

He stretches out as he sets his things on the couch, gripping the edge. "Just the one night," he promises. "I want to give them space, but more than one night in a row and Aramis'll be up here to limpet me half to death."