The incessant pounding on the door wasn't something he'd expected, and the man who'd just been at war startled awake, half expecting to find his war tent under siege, fire lighting up the night sky. It took a moment for the adrenaline to die down and for him to remember where he was. After the night's prior events, he'd indeed slept quiet soundly, better than he had in quite some time. Although he knew he shouldn't have expected any warmth from Elara's vampiric body, he still found himself stifling a smile when he realized the woman was hiding under a pillow. It was hard to think that if they'd met only days earlier than they had, one of them likely would be dead and paraded as a corpse trophy. A deep warmth sunk into him when he found solace knowing he'd engaged her in a bathtub, instead of on a field of war.<br/><br/>"How infelicitous these guests seem to be. Surely they realize they knock on the private chambers of royalty?" he teased a little bit as he sat up, feeling the slight tenderness of his body. Giving it a welcome stretch, he realized that this wasn't a pain he'd regret earning, his smile deepening against his wishes. The sleep seemed to leave his body readily, the knocking and passed adrenaline bringing him back into his own body. "Does your kind have something against light knuckles?" he asked more seriously as the knocking continued.