"It's not a matter of obeying," he scoffed, teasingly. "You'd actually be doing me a favor. I'm a workaholic and I'd live in my office otherwise. But if you're too tired or want to switch the day, let me know." He turned to go back inside too, waiting for MoMo since she seemed to have her fill of the view. Besides, he was craving a cigarette anyway and he had left the pack inside. He didn't smoke often, just when he really needed the nicotine fix.