Safe and happy, huh. Maybe that's a far off dream while they're stuck on this train that - whether purposefully or not - constantly does things to try and ruin their happiness. Constantly throws them into danger. But then again, it's not like Inigo's life back home had any less dangerous or painful moments, so he's used to it. In that regard, being here on the train may just be the safest and happiest he's ever been, relatively speaking. (Or at least the first time in a long, long time, ever since that distant past where all he had to do was be doted on by his mother and play with his friends in the flower gardens near the castle.)

"Why would I need to let you continue to do that..?"

He's mumbling, but still awake enough to be shifting against Roland, like he's trying to find the most comfortable spot for his head to rest on Roland's chest while he falls asleep.

"I mean.. you're the one doing me a favour by being my father. You don't need permission for anything.."