[That cushion bounces right off the side of Kid's head, which has the desirable effect of distracting him, resulting in the release of Night's hand in favor of smoothing down the hair left disheveled by the impact of the pillow.]

Privacy, then? Very well, I'll leave you to it.

But please have the courtesy of taking this somewhere more discreet than the living room.

[He's going to leave. ...After he puts this pillow back where it belongs.]