[He's fallen asleep off and on throughout the day, like this, but it's difficult to sleep deep when you're this ill and someone brushes a hand near your face. He doesn't jump or anything, though, just reaches up and grabs onto that hand.]

Do you really think so? [It's soft, even if it has that rise in tone like he wants to tease. He's too sick, he's worried, and he doesn't want this to get worse. His hand holding Mephisto's is clammy. He squeezes it lightly.]

Well, if you say that you need me for entertainment like that, then our contract states I must get well. [Jokes, to lighten the mood! See, great.] Don't waste your time worrying about a young, beautiful man like me. I'll be better in no time.