Puynjab shifted a little in his sleep, the constant moaning he could hear in the halls being a terrific sleep aid for him. A smile etched across his face the whole time he was asleep. He always made sure he got his eight hours and the sounds of pleasured cooing and moaning always guided him to dream. It was a little quirk of his. When he finally woke up, he would open his eyes and look at the two little ones bundled in his arms. He give them a nuzzle and then sit up.