Was he, really? How did one gauge a man's "goodness?" Was it his deeds? Jasper certainly didn't do good deeds. He didn't ingratiate himself with the people around him. He gave the world no reason to accept him, and simply expected it to anyway. If anything, he was a particularly bad man, just not overtly so. And yet here Isobel was, claiming that he was good.
It was almost as confusing as the fact that she fell asleep against his side.
When Archer realized that she was asleep, he began to panic. Now what? If he moved, she might wake up. But it would be rude to stay, surely. She had invited him for tea, not to spend the night. Looking about nervously, he tried to think of what to do. He didn't want to wake her up, because that would be rude. And if he left, her door would be unlocked - making her very unsafe. He couldn't leave her in Bellum with her door unlocked. Any sort of crazy person could just waltz on in.
He slowly shifted away from her, gingerly laying her down on the couch as he went. He considered carrying her to her bedroom, but realized that despite her small size, he'd most likely drop her. So he snuck into the bedroom, retrieving a pillow and blanket, and proceeded to carefully slide the pillow beneath her cheek and drape the blanket over her body. Once she was situated, he removed his glasses and set them down on the kitchen counter. He then claimed a spot of carpet several feet from the couch, laying down on his side and falling asleep.