Robin cracks an eye open to peer back up at Phalanx, surprised before he smiles again.

"Yes, you too."

Sure, it's not his bed to offer to people--but he imagines that if Vincent knew what a strange, lost, confused little person this was, he would begrudgingly offer them a place to stay anyway. It will all work out. Keeping this newfound curiosity close to him is far more important than not pissing off his friend for an evening.

Besides, that happens every other week. Something new? He's lucky to get that once a century.