Troy shook his head and frowned, "Of course not. You can sleep in my bed, I'll stay down here the rest of the night. I doubt I'll be sleeping much anyway, and I can't imagine leaving that poor bed completely ignored. It's rather comfortable, so you take it. I'll stay up and grade until I feel tired enough to get back to sleep."
Troy smiled behind his mug, taking his sip, before finally setting it down. Its contents emptied, free hands moving to rest onto his legs, fingers lacing together while he watched her, "You have a lot of ... I want to say faith... in this man, but that's probably the wrong word. You seem to understand him, at least. I'm curious about that really, because I will admit so many willingly go and throw themselves into his life despite the dangers. All for a man they barely know..."
Leaning back now, Troy steepled his fingers before his lips and tilted a brow, "What have you dreamed of then? As much as you can say... what's going on in your dreams? You seem almost eager about them a lot of the time; I just fear that they might not always be as intriguing for you, because you're one of them... the ones that travel with him. I always fear for them the most."