He feels the slightest twinge of regret at passing up another round of Sexy Chicken because every time they play it, things have tended to escalate. Which is all that can be expected in such a game but still, he knows he must be feeling pretty lousy if he's playing I Spy instead. It's ultimately better, he decides, because they'd talked about wanting their first time together to be special and falling into bed after suffering a sort of mental trauma isn't exactly the romantic story either of them are looking for.

"You'll have to guess and see, you really are rusty at this game." He's feeling a lot calmer now, even though the fact that she's playing along is strictly for his benefit. He's not even sure what time it is, but he's certain she'd much rather be sleeping right now. He's exhausted from the nightmare, the consequences that had come with it, but he doesn't know if he'd be able to get back to sleep if he tried. So he's prepared to keep the game going for as long as she can stand it, until she falls back asleep and he can ensure that neither of them suffer anymore nightmare tonight. "I'll allow it. This person has one of those smiles that light up the room. A deep-rooted love for wontons. Oh, and impeccable sword skills."