You mean better now that you're not sleeping on a desk.

[It's self-deprecating, perhaps, but said with enough of a laugh that it doesn't sound serious. If anything said with that exhausted drawl could without it. He tugs at her arm gently and gives another great yawn which obscures something that sounds like a smothered "come here."]

You know, back home, this would show a "significant lack of discipline." Jocasta'd have a fit over layabouts in-- [He turns lazily to glance up at his wife and smiles. Or his mouth might not have moved an inch, but it feels like a smile.] --in her library.