"Yeah, I must," Giriko said, grinning wide at the lack of any real resistance from Justin. The kid was a bit of a pushover when you weren't fighting him head-on, it seemed.

He shrugged out of his jacket and sat down on the bed, bending over to unlace his boots. Despite having slept - in a drugged stupor - for quite a while, he was pretty tired, and it was getting late. "You can sleep on the floor," he added. "Or squish in with me. I don't give a shit, either way."