"Leave if you want, but I think it's rather obvious there's no one else and nothing else here to occupy my time."

The last of his wine goes down smoothly with a tip of his head backwards, briefly drawing his chin away from the comfortable warmth of Ellis' leg. And when he sets the empty goblet to one side it's on the floor somewhere just beyond the space where they're sitting, another piece of the clutter rearranged for yet another day.

His hand, however, remains fixed in place.

"I won't complain if you decide to stay."