[Awkward... Gideon's comment makes him laugh quietly, because, well. He's obviously not prim and proper either.] Honestly, it doesn't really matter to me. I don't sleep much anyway. [It's less a chivalrous offer and more the fact that he's paranoid... Though, that said--] I have a feeling you'll have to reconsider your priorities one way or another, though, if our hosts are anything to go by.

[FOUR your DRINKING PARTY WITH SATAN

Also, to Gideon:]

I'm guessing you want to be with--[Ah, he hasn't learned everyone's names yet, he got distracted fighting. He gestures at his face instead, figuring Gideon will understand he's referencing Harrow's makeup]