Seeing the exhaustion on her face he felt bad for pushing. So he resigned. King sighed. "Yeah, sleep would be a good idea. Heads a little...fuzzy anyway." He did not ever want to make love to her and not remember it or have it feel like a hazy dream.
"Who is your partner?" He snorted and stared at her like she was crazy. That should be an obvious answer. "I can't even believe you asked me that." Shaking his head he rolled his eyes. "David Hasslehoff. Now get your ass in bed."