You're right. It's flinging yourself back inside too. [ He gave a pointed look, not caring in the least bit Matt couldn't appreciate the gaze in all its glory. The sensing it would be enough for now, his hands wafting through the air slowly as he kept talking - ranting?

But he stopped short on the importance of locks and latches at the - line? Murdock charm 101, oh, he knew it all too well and the words were usually followed by a sheepish grin and what would be referred to as bedroom eyes.

His own eyes widened a little but he bounced back quickly enough. Hopefully. ]

You're full of shit, Murdock. [ A pause. ] We're getting you a bed tomorrow. Got it?

Now, come on. I need a drink.