[Ha... Oh, he can't stay mad at that face. It'd be like being upset at Blooky for taking a fake nap during the sixth hour of having to watch Antiques Roadshow. Some people just don't have the endurance for a marathon, is all. It's not a personal slight...

His smile goes softer, but still smug.]

She is.

You know, sweetheart, if you're going to fall asleep, I'd prefer if you didn't torment yourself trying to act like you weren't. You'll hurt your poor human brain.