He laughed - a genuine sound of surprised guffawing - as he dried off the mug with a dish towel. "Why would you want to sleep in my bed?" he asked rhetorically. "You don't know what I've been doing in there." Well, clearly nothing lately, but that was probably obvious. Nothing exciting anyway - more like sitting up reading, doing work, or worrying that someone was going to get punched or shot in the face again. Damn kids.