That actually makes him throw the blanket back so he can look at him more seriously. His gut instinct is to say no, half a snarl, but he reins it in. Cocks his head and smiles, just a bit. He's a lot closer to the edge than he'd thought, and he needs some time to himself to just. Relax. Sleep. God, he needs some decent sleep. But not enough to let someone else - even Kyle, whom he trusts - mess with his mind. Which is why he shrugs.

"Sure. How does it work?"

He stretches, moving his newly-healed leg to work out the residual soreness, and sits up. Eyeing the ring. Curious and a little wary, that he can't help.