He snorts and closes his eyes, and he strains to tap the ashes out in the ashtray; he hisses slightly when the movement has repercussions in his leg, and he settles back with a sigh. "I wouldn't mind losing feeling in it, just now."

He can feel sleep pulling at him again, and he takes a last drag of his cigarette before he strains to put it out, steadfastly doing his best to ignore his leg. Relaxing again, he closes his eyes.

"I may fall asleep," he murmurs, his breathing already slowing.