"To be honest, I still feel it in the back of my mind, a kind of slight tugging, but... mmmmh..." he lies down again, completely unaware that the way he does so is a little enticing--so deeply did those drugs permeate his mind, "I can ignore it. I think... I really do need rest more than anything else.". A faint flash of his usual wicked grin flickers across his face. "Unless you're interested.". How much of that was the drugs and how much was his peculiar sense of humour, however, is unclear. So much so that the way he shifts and settled in could be described as suggestive.