"You should do it to me more often," Tristan suggested with a grin. "'course, my assessment maybe biased," he mused thoughtfully as he settled down against the bed, his eyes drifting closed. He thought about trying not to fall asleep, but he was kind of worn out from his detention and quidditch, oh, and that pesky homework stuff they kept assigning.
So if he didn't fall asleep, it would be a miracle.