Arriving home from missions late at night resulted in you and Simon to be in a fatigued daze. Simon just wanted to go to sleep, but you were deliriously mumbling about being 'evil'.

"Yes, lovie, you're sick and twisted. Will you finally go to sleep?" He grumbled, watching you strip yourself of your gear.

You hummed, "Am I evil and irredeemable?"

"What? Of course you are, now can you please cuddle with me?"