He made a small amused sound when she told him he should have celled her because there really hadn't been a time where he could have, even if he'd been inclined to. "Don't know if I'm contagious," he replied and let her unbutton his shirt. The sleep was gradually clearing from his head, making it just a little bit easier to keep up with what was going on around him, and as she worked on his shirt, he worked on undoing his pants and getting those off. He only had to hold onto her a little as he stepped out of them and got into the pajama bottoms, and he counted that as a victory. "I think..." he started pensively, then swallowed a few times to suppress a cough. "I think I might have a bit of a fever, Nyota."