... Aah, so that's what happened.

There's another one of his exhales, and then he's resting his right temple against his knuckles. Eyes slipping back closed, he's about five seconds away from falling back into heavy slumber. That hand of hers is going ignored, if he even noticed it in the first place.

"That right?" It's a lazy drawl, a verbal drag of feet through mud. About two beats later-- "How much?"