Turning around, Dante looked Lèon in the eye. "I'm cheered," Dante said, lying but at least being convincing about it. "And what good is you being here if I'm asleep. No hexes to get into my dreams, I've been trained to counteract those even when I'm unconscious." That was a straight out lie, but Lèon wouldn't know what kind of training too place to become an Auror.
He'd meant the offer genuinely. No sense in both of them not getting any. But, as Lèon always was, he was being stubborn and that landed Dante back to square one again. He didn't have the heart to lie, or to fight. He just felt deflated and whatever was inside him was filling with anger at himself for acting that way in the first place. Making a face at the offer of coffee, Dante shook his head. "I get enough of that stuff at work, and even sneaking the others' good coffee still tastes like thinned-out tar. No, I'm good mate. Don't hang around here for me, especially since I'm just going in there and sleeping. I don't need to be put on watch."
He took a couple steps forward and patted Lèon on the side of his arm. Dante figured it'd be easier if they were related, then whatever tension the both fostered wouldn't be there in the first place. "I don't need a babysitter, Lèon." Dante turned and walked into his room, only closing the door halfway instead of locking it. That farce of needed security was behind him now, and he didn't want Lèon thinking he was in there cutting himself or stringing himself up in the rafters by his robe's belt.