[ At the thanks from Gorgug as well, the Hangman roars its engine in appreciation - though it doesn't say anything more, perhaps wanting to give its master a chance to answer Gorgug's inquiry instead without interfering. ]

Ah, I'm not that tired. [ He says, followed up by a shake of his head. Sure, this place has been tiring him out for months in a sense - but Fabian knows there's only so much he can do about Adaine and the others' predicament in comparison to Gorgug. He's been asking around about it, trying to put people's talents to work, but.. that's all he can do. He can't even push himself to pull all-nighters working on it even if he'd want to.

So it's not like he's lying. Compared to Gorgug, he definitely looks more well-rested. ]

I was thinking of getting some practice in instead. [ He moves his hips from side to side a little to implicate he means dance practice, not sword practice, and then starts to head into the apartment building, looking back at Gorgug as he walks. ] But first I have to make sure you're really going to sleep, and not just sit there and worry. Or try to sneak back out to your lab.

[ He wouldn't put it past you at this point, Gorgug! ]