Rarity could see the puffiness in his eyes, knowing he must've been exhausted from such an exciting day. "That sounds perfectly fine to me Atchmon, I feel my own tiredness setting in as well, though..." She trailed, eyeing the bed and biting her lip, while scuffing a hoof at the ground with a pleading look upon her face. Hoping to send the message that she really didn't want to sleep on the ground tonight; or outside for that matter. Given her behavior earlier that day, she wouldn't blame him for kicking her out of bed, and making her sleep on the metaphorical couch. Typical overly emotional males.