Barcus chuckles, almost a giggle, but he's quite flushed now, subtly excited. There's probably a joke of some sort that could be made about luring a drow into his bed, but at this point he's not a drow, he's Bel. It doesn't seem worth making the observation, and that's kind of beautiful.

"I always forget that elves don't sleep," he admits, mildly sheepish. "But I don't mind as long as you don't. It's...nice, not to sleep alone. Just knowing someone's there to...well, not watch over me, exactly but--you know what I mean." Feeling one's own inherent vulnerability and smallness is just a fact of being a deep gnome.

He leads the way through the portal into Grey Ward, and immediately turns to the left, taking a shortcut through the alleys toward their shared home. When they come within view of the house, they can see Satchel sleeping peacefully in the window of Barcus' workshop, where she prefers to rest in nice weather.