Maybe he'll start sleeping on a 20-year-old mattress again, that seemed to work out pretty well for him back at the Venture Compound. Oh, he slept fine -- but if he so much as heard a creak in the floorboards, he'd be up with a knife in his hand.

Of course, maybe part of it is that there isn't the ever-present thread of supervillains fucking shit up in the castle. In fact, Brock can't really remember the last time there was a supervillain here. That 'Mr. Many' guy over a year ago, maybe. It's kind of nice. Like a vacation. Though that could be why the castle has been throwing a lot of weird, scary shit at them lately -- the residents themselves weren't providing enough trauma, right? Jesus.

Brock's mouth twists a little at that response, then he leans over the back of the sofa, looking at her sidelong with a small smirk. "I coulda helped you with that, you know. I'm pretty good at making you tired."