Oh, I am. Being King of Hell is a very tiring job. -he mumbles, curling up beside Harry as he closes his eyes-
-gasps with the sudden change of scenario and chuckles when he is pulled to bed- You must be very tired.
-snuggles close to him and smiles- I can wait until tomorrow to continue what we were doing. -brushes his hair from his face and kisses his lips softly- Goodnight, darling. -smirks-