He hummed, eyes still aimed down. "Yes, well. If you think you're anything less than mine, absolutely, I'm going to strangle you your pillow." It was mostly a joke, she knew, but her smile faltered. There was something just a touch off in his voice. A note of something, maybe melancholy or... inquisitiveness, maybe? She couldn't put her finger on it. Her head was pounding, her mouth uncomfortably dry. "Can we -"