[ Spock does see it as a compromise. He also nearly argues it and would do so on a good day, but... this isn't a particularly good day. He feels pretty rough and the thought of moving from this biobed, even to the sanctuary of his quarters, sounds like an annoyingly arduous journey.

So, after about half a beat of staring, his shoulders relax as his relents. ]

Very well. While I do consider the overnight stay unnecessary, I will accept those terms.

[ Right, because he's totally fit as a fiddle. He just chooses to not argue with it. Yep. ]

All the same, you need not lose rest on my account, Doctor.