Lot glanced back over his shoulder aware that suddenly all the rest of the bar were trying very hard to convince them that they weren't staring and were in fact completely consumed by their drinks. He looked up at her, "Behave yourself," he replied. He could see the irritation colouring Hagar's face and knew that as entertaining as it had been for him to watch she was more concerned with the effect it had on her business. "As much as I would have liked to sleep in I have important leader type duties to attend to," which was true but the other contributing factor was that Lot had been so used to waking up at the crack of dawn for the last five years that he couldn't sleep in even if he tried.
In prison you didn't sleep well. It didn't matter if you got on with your cell mate or not, you didn't sleep because even one second of vulnerability could mean the difference between you living and dying especially in the first few months of lock up. So even though he'd been free for a considerable amount of time he still (like the majority of other people) slept lightly and with a gun under his pillow and a knife in his bedside table.
He frowned at Hagar, "Of course I'll be there," he said as if confused as to why she'd even need to ask, "But it never hurts for you to get on with Niro, he is my second in command and first in line for the throne if I should fall," he said dramatically.