Horndog. Aren't I a patient right now? Or is this part of the treatment and hospitality?

[He snorts a little, letting himself be dragged into bed. He gently pinches the other, but Wriothesley can't help the smile on his lips nor the fondness in his gaze.] Are you sure it's not your ego? Those are pretty bold and conceited words you're spewing. What makes you so sure I'm wrapped around your finger?