Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

Even though Surma has taken to the ground and gotten comfortable, putting his chin on his paws and closing his eyes—for there is nothing here to fear—he can tell she has not gone. She won’t be satisfied until he leaves and that alone anchors him to the ground. He isn’t all that close to the lair, on the outskirts of the hollow as he’s passing through, he curses the fact he’s graced with this night dealing with the one woman he doesn’t want to see.
 
But, deep down, he knows he’s wanted to see her this whole time.
 
He tenses as she gives him command and he snorts in amusement. He licks at his lips and his eyes flicker open briefly before returning to rest. It would be easy to pick up and go but he’s far more amused in the ire he’s created simply by existing, even if there’s nothing left inside. “I’m going to sleep,” he tells her with one eye opening for reaction but, regardless of what it is, he closes it and returns statuesque. “Feel free to keep me company.”