Danny's drags out that sound of thinking about it, while pushing against his scalp. Which makes him want to roll his shoulders and arch just a little, tendrils of sensation running everywhere, when all he does to is push a little more into them and let his eyelids half close for the pass of most of a second there. It does feel nice.

Nice enough there's a flicker of reluctance to open his eyes back all the way when Danny starts talking.

Except he's playing with his words, throwing them at the air, making a dog and pony show of dragging out his opinion for Steve's rhetorical question there. Like Danny's going to make it a real spectacle of consideration if Steve is going to divert him from getting anything he'd originally wanted. With what is easily a simple yes or no, and even less than that, when it's late, they've both gotten off, it's pitch dark.

When the answer only goes one direction, even if he tries to spin it towards something else. It's dark and late.

Except, almost like he's contradicting Steve's very thoughts, leaving them more in parallel as no one had actually made the move to get to anywhere. Steve tipped his head, smirking, even if that face was probably lost mostly in the darkness. "To some things."

Which just went to imply that there were a handful of things he'd put sleep off even further for.

Steve had a pretty good short list started on those now, as it was.