[Canting his head.]

Tempting, I'll admit. [He slots his hands into his pockets, a hint of a wry, weary little smile on his lips.] But that's kind of cheating, isn't it?

[Either way, his will is not so strong that he can step away and turn himself around without giving the offer some thought.]

I think I'd offer to tuck you in, but you're a busy man, obviously. And let's be real - you'd probably jump right out of bed the moment I'm out the door, anyway.