He huffs when she interferes with his work. He can't read at that pace and she knows it. Still, at least he can feel justified in sinking back in her arms his chair.

"And where would you go?" he replies curiously, an eyebrow arching as he tried to crane his neck far enough around to read her expression, "You work here unless there's a security breach. You rest here, too. The only thing you don't do here is drink and that's already seen to."