What, for real? [ . . . he considers it for a bit before sighing.] Nah... I need to keep it. Otherwise my lord will never come back to the room!

{And then he'd need to just go around looking for him! Where he could be passed out anywhere! Mitsunari-sama, why are you the worst lord.

So instead he's just going to snort even as he cuddles her close, nuzzling against her cheek affectionately even as he teases.]

Who am I supposed to ask? You? Shorty, I don't care what you have to say most of the time - why would I ask for permission to enter your blanket fortress? I already don't wanna leave!