"Because you don't have a choice," came Integra's bland response. That last bit, however, had her eyes narrowing under the covers. A hand shot out to point accusingly in Seras' direction. "How dare you! I'm hardly like Goldilocks. What does that make you, Baby Bear?"

Dropping her hand back down, it hung at the edge of the bed. "You're being louder than before. I call it a good hour for being in bed. Go away."