Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show

"I suppose I should count myself lucky that you're so small in your present condition?"

"You can suppose anything you like - it's none of my affair."

Dromarch grumbled something unintelligible through the set of his muzzle. If the tiny Titan was so determined to pretend obliviousness, when it had been him making the appearance of overtures between the two of them in the first place, then that, he supposed, was his own affair.

As long as he was left to his nightcap, with the youth safe asleep at this waypoint in their travels...

He wouldn't mind serving a resting place.