[ whatever she says about his apparent snoring doesn't offend him; it's not even his body so if that's a habit he's acquired, it's all through ryker's fault and not his own, though even if it was, it's not like he has the kind of pride that would get defensive about such a quality.

still, there's the amusement in the way she uses it, sharp enough to slice away the question he's asked of her, like she's impressed with herself for the retort. what does earn the raise of a brow is her correction on the waitress' name, something he hadn't done purposely. but then, all things considered, he hadn't actually been paying it much attention. ]

Well, if it bothers you that much, then I can stay away so you don't have to deal with me. [ spoken like his own retaliation except it hangs between them almost like there's a question in it, one that has nothing to do with the sounds he makes in his sleep, eyes still locked tightly on hers, breath a little sharper, only hearing the steady inhale and exhale shared between them, the rest of the saloon long faded again. ]

Maybe I'll just stay the night with Sandy.

[ that becomes more of a jab, chin tilted up with a gaze that falls watchfully over her. ]