"Stop squirming.." He grumbles with a soft smile as you shift again. At the moment, it was 11pm and you were both exhausted after a long day of torture from the Spectre. Your head rests on his lower chest and his hand rests on your head. He gently runs his fingers through your hair (if any) and he gives a small yawn. His free hand shifts to your hip. "..is this okay with you?"