If it could have been called sleep it would have been fitful at best. A dream state stuck in repetition of a life without a concept of time. He remained in the bed, half covered by a sheet for some time, waiting for his mind and body to reconnect and to wake up. It was the absence that finally stirred Row to waking. He could feel her near, in the apartment, but she was not beside him anymore, and there was a loss of contact. Something about the bond with Tegan always pulled at him, the mistake made in his summoning creating a link that was new.<br/><br/>Slowly Roe opened his eyes and took stock of the room around. Light did not affect his vision. Day or night, pitch black or under the sun he saw everything the same. He looked about Tegan's room, taking in the details and her possessions. He did not immediately go looking for her, he could feel her nearby, she was safe. He then sat up and looked about some more, finally noticing "alphonso" sitting on the side table. Something about the object caused a snarl to curl in his throat. he reached over and touched the item with a finger, that was a mistake.<br/><br/>The images and feelings associated with the toy flooded his memory and his mind. He saw tegan, her pleasure, her forced to rely on this instead of someone to be with her. And for a moment, the demon was jealous, Alphonso had been with her far longer than he had, and there was a part of the Demon that did not approve. Yet, it was a device of pleasure and Tegan's resonance hung about it, causing his skin to heat and the scent of roses to fill the room. He had to ask her what this was about.<br/><br/>Throwing off the sheet and taking the toy in hand, forcing his body to cool and the scent of roses to fade Roe stood and walked out of the bedroom. He was unconcerned by his nudity, or the semi-state of arousal that the feelings had caused. Like a missile he homed in on Tegan, knowing where she would be by her thoughts. He walked into the room and looked over to her, a look of confusion and admitingly, some mild interest on his face. In his hand the toy remained, and he held it up as he spoke.<br/><em><br/>Good Morning Tegan. What in the name of the first five circles, is this?</em>