He was certain she was playing mindgames with him. He *had* slept for 12 hours at least, but if time was on another dimension, it could be different for them. He had been in a situation like this before, but the other way around. He had been in a hotel-room with a beautiful girl, who he had some fun with, then he had only slept for an hour, but for her it had felt like 10. By her time-device it had been 10, by his, just an hour.<br/><br/>'That will be of no use, lass, but it is most kind of you. I  do appreciate your concern for an old man like me, but rest assured, I am more than perfectly capable to drink another cask of that lovely ale you served me before. It is just... Just that I arrived here in this town only recently and I must be suffering from what others might call jet-lag. Don't break your head about what it means. Somewhere, on another dimension, they have these flying machines that cause havoc in one's head when travelling in the wrong direction. I will be fine. But again, my gratitude is all yours. I shall make my way back up to my room and see if I can work out when to come down for breakfast at this fine tavern.'<br/><br/>And with those words, he headed back upstairs, uttering a single word to break the spells and crawling back in the bed. He shook his head a final time, before resting it.