“Where will you sleep?” He shrugs. “The chair.” I roll my eyes. “You can’t sleep on a chair.” “You continue to underestimate me, Lockley,” he says, his drawl wryly playful. “I assure you that sleeping on a chair is well within my skill set. You’ll be very impressed.” I huff out as much of a laugh as my strength allows. “I’m sure you’re capable of it. I mean I don’t want to make you do that. It’ll be uncomfortable.”
