Fives watches, utterly enthralled for the few seconds that the General takes to stretch, and then swallows hard and considers the wisdom of getting to his own feet. He bites back a resigned sigh, adjusts himself under cover of the pillow, and then stands himself, with considerably less grace and ease under the circumstances.

"We're only about half a mile from home, here." He figures if he just keeps talking like this is normal, everything's normal, showing around the fucking Fox General is an every day activity, then maybe he can do it without spending every moment of it tenting his pants. Maybe. "We'll take the long way, though." He grins and waves jauntily to Echo as he heads for the door, and receives a disapproving look, a mouthed order not to embarrass himself, and a wave in return.