It would be impressive indeed to fail at resting on someone's leg, so Davrin just quirks a little smile down at him at the question, fingers already moving to return the favor by brushing through his hair, nails light against his scalp. He wasn't going to press for it, but Davrin was willing to wager he could make the man nap if he really wanted to. But he was enjoying the date too much to just press to make a point.

The story got a laughed out of him- he'd seen the kind of insane 'camping' the rich managed.

"Emmrich almost did the same to poor Harding before Rook stepped in. Shaving mirrors and pounds of books. Then again, maybe you wouldn't be much better. How many knives and coffee pots would you need for a camp out?"