Zatanna makes a face, her nose wrinkling heavily with distaste. "Then you're hooking up with the wrong girls cuz they're dumb. You're totally whelming," she insists, following her statement with a hum of appreciation for his massage. "Good, because you're — hic — you're stuck with me," she adds with a little nod meant to convey finality.

His reassurance as he pulls her in has Zee moving sluggishly but willingly to his side. Maybe he knows something she doesn't, because it's almost like the gesture makes her realize how tired she actually does feel. Or maybe it's the alcohol settling while her adrenaline rush has fallen away. Or that she's eaten more tonight than she has in all of the rest of her days in this hellhole combined.

Her eyes close and she leans against him, a yawn sneaking up on her as she opens her mouth to speak. "I wish every night was fun like this," she says through it. "Do you think they'll ever do it again? Something like this?"