He shifted his leg again, testing his knee to see if it really wanted to move it around and attempt to walk home rather than just a quick step. It protested his checking on it and settled it back in place. Just a little while longer, then. "Honestly, it hurts."

Sure. He could be truthful about that, at least. He was too weary for any real shenanigans, whether or not he wanted to be. "I'd prefer sleep, if it's all the same to you." He considered elaborating on that, but held off on it for the time being. Maybe he could avoid that altogether.