I like the messes you make. They're some of my favorite messes.

[The words are light but there is a brutal honesty in them. The obvious affection as he drags the other into the bedroom.]

The bedroom. Where else? [A sudden harsh yank and he tugs Sylvain to fall onto the bed with him.] You woke me up, remember? I think I have the right to steal a bit of your afternoon for the trouble.