He leaned back a little further and held up a finger.

"You were about three seconds from chucking a batarang at my head or, alternately, sticking an icepick in your ear," he counted off, "and all this time playing house with me got under your skin all at once and you needed to go out. Apology unnecessary."

He gave him a wry little grin.

"I'll accept a good morning kiss before you go to pass out for a couple of hours, though."