In the short time that it had taken Rassa to change, Rudolph knocked out. All he had needed was a soft bed and pillow and bam! He was out like a light. Not even a snore came from him as he quietly slept. Rassa could try to get his shirt off, but he just looked so peaceful. She was probably better off just sliding into bed right next to him. Unless she wanted to spend the next possibly thirty minutes trying to coax him back into bed when he woke up in a state of panic as she undressed him. Cause he would flee to a corner of a room faster than roadrunner escaping that coyote character. Okay, maybe not that fast, but close enough. About the only thing she could probably get away with would be taking off his shoes. If she does it slowly and with lots of reassuring words that he was safe and she wasn't gonna hurt him. Strange things can enter dreams so whose to say that her words won't?