One of them, maybe. "Is it going to keep him away from his goddamn paperwork?"—That's the first step for every plan.

[Also, go the fuck to sleep? That's step two of every plan, but he likes to think that's implied by now. Maybe he should have waited in the bedroom with some warm milk and a lullaby if he knew Bruno was going to be such a little shit about just sleeping, again—] For fuck's sake, take a night off for once.