I do not believe you would be standing here if you chose otherwise.

[Barnabas says plainly. He doesn't acknowledge the thanks, at least not overtly. Perhaps he is modest? Humble? Hard to tell, really, with how stoic he is. Though he does agree with their much earned rest, but perhaps even more so that the idea of getting comfortable somewhere with that nightmarish hell behind a closet door seems a little difficult.]

I am not tired, no. However, rest would serve me all the same. If not here, there might yet prove something more suitable to our tastes beyond this establishment.

[They might not have an actual choice in terms of where they can sleep, but that doesn't mean they couldn't go elsewhere for now.]