The back and forth banter always feels easier to Blake. He chuckles quietly at the deflection and doesn't fight against the contact even if tradition would dictate he should. As crazy as life in Wonderland tends to be, there's something about living semi-normally that Blake insists upon. He could pull a new outfit from the closet nearly every day. He wouldn't even have to leave his room if he didn't want to (or if Wonderland didn't occasionally force him to), but none of that feels particularly right.

"Guess you'd better get some rest then, eh? And when I come back 'round in six-or-so hours, exhausted and cranky, I'm gonna roll you outta bed and sleep right in the middle like the dog," he threatens as if it's any threat at all. All he's really saying here is that he'll pick up the slack and he doesn't really care all that much if Crowley doesn't want to help out.