"You say that while looking at the specimen in front of you." He mugged at her and then relaxed into a slightly more cheerful smile. This was why he knew he shouldn't be alone like this but it was so tempting; even now, the idea of just dismissing her and going back to bed seemed like a good idea. She seemed kind of twitchy, she probably wanted to get up and move around, maybe run off some of the energy, he was just holding her back - no, can't think like that. Trying not to be a depressed fuck.
"Definitely. Like the NSA and Santa Claus. Maybe that's who 'they' are." He gave her a look but, well, his house was made of glass and his stones were huge. "I'm fine, I just would prefer if my bones turned to liquid or I fell down several sets of stairs so I would have a legitimate excuse to stay in bed."