(She can tell what he's doing, trying to redirect the conversation away from expressing any actual emotion. It's hard to tell whether it's better to let him continue down that fork or try to direct him back to the main road. Lup would know. Lucretia decides to relent.)

Look, from my point of view I have more time in my day to write, and you have more time to be lazy. And nobody can comment on you taking time out of your day to sleep, that's something you just have to do now. So I think that it works out in a strange kind of way?

(She sighs, and her tail lifts, and touches the back of his knee very gently. A little brush.) In all seriousness, though. We've never been through anything like this before, Taako. This isn't polymorph, it's new and... weird, and it's only the beginning. You can't know better, neither of us can. So you don't have to worry about that. Complain all you like, gods know I've been.