He gave a small smirk, but he was disappointed to learn she might not be resting with him. True, she also thought it was a good night, but he still wanted more. Erik's pointed ears tilted downwards. "Alright... we can go rest..." he muttered, looking away. Silently he went back into the room. He noticed the spilled tea and started to pick up the pieces carefully. It was hard to pick things up with sharp claws and too much strength. After he picked up most of it, managing to break a few pieces as he did so, he curled up in a ball on the bed. His breathing became quiet and he shut his eyes. He truly hoped Belle would come in and rest with him, but he knew she might not.