He smiles a little, impressed that she picked up on the nuance in his language--primarily promising that flying afterwards won't happen again, not the staying up--and shakes his head.

"Thank you for the offer, but it's something I need to do by myself," he says, inclining his head. He bites into half the roll; he'll eat all of them if she lets him. "Plus I really don't want to subject anyone else to that." Except for possibly one person, if they agree. "Did you bake these rolls yourself? They're delicious."