"No," he said quickly. "It's just early...ish." A shrug and Scud was shaking his head, eyes lowering to the ground and moving towards the bedroom before Deacon could say anything else. "It's fine. You're the boss. I'll go to bed." He didn't want to though. Mostly because he wasn't tired and caught up on sleep during part of the drive up to Chicago, but he didn't want to be tossed around or choked again so disobeying wasn't going to happen.