Chase would have pointed out that he probably would have already been working to find her if she was on her way to find him, but he nodded anyway. To both statements, really.
"I sorta think my brain is always kind of a few inches in the gutter now," he admitted without really thinking about it, his gaze wandering to the spaces of her form visible beyond the gaps in the blanket. Any thoughts of going back to sleep were gone now. "That....really your fault." He glanced at Minion, who'd begun to give himself a leisurely bath, then back to her. "I...could kick him out of bed if you want."