He chuckles. "Not all night." He denies. No, he'd fall asleep at some point, probably with his face on the desk. He's done it far more often than he'd like to admit.

"All you have to do is decide who I need to see face to face and who I don't." He passes her a pile of letters. "Any questions?" He grins, dumping them in her lap. It feels... nice, comfortable, to be teasing her, to be laughing just a little.