He can't deny that, so he laughs, not sure what else to do. There is something rather funny-- rather twisted, perhaps-- about the way he should have assumed this would happen, but managed to conveniently forget about it while he was in her arms, like he always does.

He brings one knee up to his chest, resting his forehead on the blanket that's now draped over it.

"This... happens, from time to time," he admits, sounding defeated somehow.

"I didn't mean to wake you, my dear."