At least it really doesn't take long for Angeal to come back. Just enough to get a fire going, enough for a small bowl to be warm. Nothing too much, but just a little bit. To help recover from the chill.

He's already sinking back to his knees when Byleth asks the question. It's not even something he has to think about. "Of course. I got some time to kill." It's late as hell and he has to wake up early, sure, but what is that compared to a friend who needs him? He'll survive one day being a little tired.

So Angeal makes himself comfortable on the floor, leaning against the couch while looking to Byleth. "Want me to just talk nonsense for a bit?"