[He sees what's going on here. He can't possibly let her get away with hiding how well he pleasured her, or how exhausted he really made her. Sleeping until he at least can see that is out of the question now. Tartaglia's eyes follow her as she finally sits up, wondering what thoughts were running through her head with a smirk like that.

He can't help but laugh, amusement dancing in his eyes as he looks up at her from his prone position on the bed. If she thinks that's going to work on him, she's got another thing coming.]

Well, it is as the old Snezhnayan saying goes, "the icy, eternal sleep holds no power while one is in the throes of love."

[His eyes lid heavily at her, blinking once, slow and intentional. If she wanted to put up a fight with him, he'd happily oblige- but in a different way than maybe she's used to coming from him. He's aware that pushing himself too hard now would only end in more pain and a slower recovery- so he'll find a different way to fight ;)]

It's hard to stay away when a warm light such as yourself illuminates and warms my soul.

[He smirks, but that doesn't mean that he's being facetious- Childe means every word he says, and his hand reaches for her, just so he can feel her underneath his touch.]