As much as you hated him, him being your captor and all that. You were so tired after that sedative he snuck in your drink, and he left the room, locking the door so you wouldn't leave. So you couldn't go back to your room. You didn't wanna sleep on the cold floor, so you passed out in his bed, snuggled in the sheets. And of course he was gonna gush about it when you woke up, smug bastard.