"I'm allowed to be bossy sometimes," he complains without any substance, going about finding a comfortable spot on her shoulder to lay on when she gets to the next part and he freezes. Then he chuckles nervously, unsure at first if she's serious. "Our music wasn't exactly lullaby material, if you'll recall."

But no one's ever asked that of him before and it isn't as though it would be a huge burden... Especially since he knows Zari will be asleep in seconds whether he complies or not. Then a strange memory creeps into his head and he doublechecks, "Promise you're not putting one over on me?"