"I am going back to sleep," she answers, because she is. She really is, she's just waiting for him to go back to sleep first, which probably isn't going to happen if she keeps talking to him. Tilting her head up without opening her eyes, she brushes a kiss against his jaw, pressing her nose against his cheek, smiling faintly. He's become so familiar to her in such a short period of time and she thinks a year ago that might have scared the shit out of her, might've caused her to back off and get awkward, but something's changed. She doesn't know if it's her or if it's him or maybe it's a combination of both, but whatever it is, she's good here. Nothing about this makes her want to run and that in itself is pretty terrifying. Or it would be if she wasn't comfortable and warm and mostly asleep.

"I never remember my dreams, so even if I dream in German and figure it all out, I won't remember in the morning," she promises. "So your German secrets are safe until I figure out how to spell them and remember to look it up."