Her voice filtered into the blackness of his sleep, drawing him out to the morning that waited, but he took a moment to catalog where he was. For a moment he had forgotten the day before, but then it hit him that this wasn't his bed, his room, his kingdom, or even one of his little subjects that warmed the bed, whose every breath could be felt along with the long, strawberry tinted hair that tickled at his chest. Instead of moving to get up he turned somewhat and drew her to him, snuggling her somewhat and burying his face in her shoulder. Then, in a sleep thickened voice, he answered,<span style="color: #FF0000">"mmm... can't you tell the maid to shhhh, don't they...keep your secrets?"</span><br/><br/>Though, despite the sleepy voice and the little voice that urged him not to care about her warning and continue to sleep, his eyes did blink open after a moment, lashes fluttering against her arm. His eyes were clear as day, crisp as ice, and wholly aware even if he wasn't entirely awake, yet. A sigh slid past his lips, brushing against her on its way out, and he actually sat up and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick out in all directions.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Alright, I guess we'll protect your virtue, for now,"</span>He said, a yawn trailing close behind the words, then he was stretching, every muscle in his torso pulling taut as he reached upwards.