His nose crinkles. Eyes flitting to the ceiling as he thought.
"Gross." He half teases, sticking his tongue out at the princess. "Well not really but kinda since its momus." Sleep chuckles.
"Uhhhh. I mean I can definitely knock him out but , does he really even work?. . ."
. . . Unfettered time with Momus away from both of our responsibilities and away from prying eyes. Or ears.
. . . Perhaps I have you knock him out and whisk him away. Perhaps you keep us both awake so we can make ample use of our time.
( shrug. )