There's a soft laugh at the edge of Robin's breath as he continues petting Tek's hair, running his fingers over his scalp and dragging his nails lightly and affectionately over the other's neck. He doesn't have any reason to go anywhere, or move, or pretend he wants anything other than to be lavished with sleepy affection--so there are no complaints from him.

"Fine, fine..." He can't help but continue talking a little, even if just to keep Tek conscious enough to weigh in on his next decision, "Do you want me to order food?"

He figures it's the one thing Tek might go for, outside of more sleeping.