What kind of nonsense excuse is that? "Oh, so you think I require this. On what grounds?" he's folding his arms impatiently.

"Tch. This isn't any of your business why I chose to rest for the night," he points out in a hurry, almost touchy. He doesn't need to sleep and it's a waste and yet... Sandalphon has hoped for a memory lost in the lingering warmth of his borrowed wings.