[He couldn't help but laugh softly, worn out but content.]

I think... that is the first thing you have said that has not made me want to gut you. [It's said with surprising fondness and before he moved away completely, he gave Dodger another playful pat on the cheek.

He doesn't go far, just crawls off Dodger enough to roll over and collapse back on the mattress, propping an arm under his head, apparently content with basking around in the afterglow as well.]

Ragnar. [He continued to lazily look up at the ceiling.] What makes you so sure I would agree? [He turned slightly, looking over at Dodger with an equally lazy smirk.]