There's no easy way to say he has no idea if he snores or not, because the few people he'd found himself in bed with in the last twenty or so years had certainly not stuck around terribly long. Instead, he simply ducks his head and deposits the money from his wallet onto the bill slip, pushing himself to his feet soon after and moving to pull out her chair so she can exit the table.

"Ah. If I wake suddenly in the middle of the night with a pain in my shin, we will both know the answer to that."