Oh, hell. Cooper dug his fingernails into his own palm, bit his tongue, but in the end he couldn't hold out. Sarah's yawn overpowered him and gave a long, creaking one himself. Embarassing, but at least it was helping him stifle the impulse to make a rude pun about manual duties.<br/><br/>"Too old hell." He kissed Sarah's forehead while his free hand reefed the duvet out from beneath him and slung it across his legs. The wine, the time difference and the exertion were catching up with him all of a sudden, and he felt himself sinking down with her into a grey fog of sleep. "On your worst day you'll be beautiful, and that day's not coming soon."<br/><br/>He chuckled and rested his cheek against the top of her head. "Okay. Let's say in the morning we'll put your new skills to the test..."<br/><br/>There was a rude pun lurking there too, he realized, but his eyelids were dropping and even such an easy target seemed like too much effort.