"Well, I'll do well to remember that," she says with a lighthearted cant of her head to look at him, faux suspicion in her eyes. She's used to dealing with stubborn sorts. His hand almost hides her own but it makes her smile to have her affection accepted so easily.

She hums softly, both noncommital and curious at once. "You say that... but," she swipes the index finger of both her hands under her eyes, where dark circles have collected under his own eyes, "your body says something different," she knows the signs of fatigue, sir.