*nodding more slowly than he intended (why are you looking at him like that?)(don't stop looking)* Have to tell 'im when he gets up. Mutant snoring.
*sets the pretzel bowl on the floor and gives it a push, sending it skating over somewhere past the endtable and out of the way* *sits up again whoa world-tilt and wipes his hands off on his jeans (possibly curling his fingers over his legs a little more purposefully than he intended)(and you haven't stopped looking)*