"I've tried! It just...I'm not really sure actually why I can't. I lie down, close my eyes, and then...its like all these thoughts rush into my brain at once and I have to get up and do something," he laughed and let out a sigh, "Its not at bad as I make it sound." Finishing his glass of wine he poured a bit more and rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't really hate that I can't sleep, I'm just jealous I can't dream. It sounds fascinating!"
Gabrielle's smile was always so warm. He liked it. "As do I," he said, lifting his glass to her and taking a drink. The wine was especially good. "This roast, and wine, is impeccable!" he said, eating his last piece of meat, "My compliments to Cook."