On the contrary, [he protests, as he presses his forehead against hers, eyes closing yet again.]

I think I'd rest much better with you around. Last time, I was out in less than a few minutes.

[And that was a restful sleep if he ever had one. He hadn't even woke to her yelling at him to wake up, and Ajax is generally a light sleeper given his profession. He shifts a little to lean against her, his neediness obvious, ready to lie down with her in his arms and fall asleep again. Even now, he feels the weight of sleep on his eyelids, just as tired as she assumed he was.

His voice is a quiet murmur, wanting to coax her to give into his demands.]

Lie with me, [he whines softly, nuzzling her.] We can worry about everything else tomorrow.