( Is he going to let Gojo just manhandle him? Apparently. With how his slippers keep sliding across the floor lazily he's probably not with it enough to stop him. Or he doesn't care. )

I'm going to start putting sedatives into your milkshake. ( Still grumbly, but no real heat. When they make it to the bathhouse he starts going through the motions of dragging his clothes off immediately, autopilot. ) Shoko's not here to stop you having a sleep-deprived heart attack and I'm not about to go down with you, so drugs. So many.

( Can he take a brief nap upright? Maybe. )