Alastor at least had enough tact not to press on what "stuff" was. He'd seen what some of that "stuff" before via dreamwalking.

Instead, he laughed at the notion. "While I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid you'll not wake to find me as your bedmate. I might take a brief nap out here but otherwise I intend to get a little extra work done."

He motioned with a hand to a basket of mending tucked away beneath the side table beside his usual armchair.

"I might have the radio on, but do let me know if the volume is too high."