Too late for that. [He waves it off, though, not being serious.]

Look, you drank it, and there's no time for me to whip up something to counteract that before you're unconscious. And besides, you wanted a good night's sleep, right? Now you're going to get one. C'mon, you're already looking sleepy.

[Dylas is going to have to so some serious stooping to get up the stairs to the apartment above, which is slightly too small to accommodate his height. It's a cozy place, but not quite done yet. There's no bed, but even if there was Dylas would be too long for it anyway. There's a couch, and Ed grabs a couch pillow and hands it over to him.]

Here. I can't do much beyond that I'm afraid. I hope you don't snore.