<strong>Lionel Porter<br/>Time; Evening, Day 1<br/>Location; Lionel’s Dormitory<br/>Tagged; Giselle, no-one else</strong><br/><br/>Lionel wasn't in bed with Giselle at the time, naturally conditioned to need minimal sleep as well as conditioned to wake up early after more intimate activities with mates for obvious protection purposes. It was innate, he couldn't help it, and though he did lay there and stroke the silver haired beauty for a while before ultimately going to a very distinct spot in his room past a few bushes. However, he had 'returned' hours before she had awoken, and decided to merely sit in his grassy floor and gaze up at the glow flies in his tree, before ultimately an apple fell out of said tree and, by knocking him on the head, comically sent the Lion into a deep sleep. It was quite ironic, despite being quite a very strong paladin, slight knocks such as comical apple drops or even kicks in the shin would have a profound on the individual. It didn't matter too much though, after all he did get a bit of sleep. Giselle didn't spot him since he was laying at the end of the bed, but he did overhear her getting out the bed and making her way to the bathroom, as it was at this time Lionel had woken up with a grumble rubbing his head. "Urgh...why is it always when I could get some sleep." he said to himself, sighing at the point before getting up and streching his arms wide, letting out a yawn which showed off those deadly fangs of his. Afterwards Lionel sniffed the air around him and said "Ah, the fresh smell of the evening breeze accompanied by some messy sex. I onder how Giselle's doing after that. She seemed to enjoy it, all that shrieking and wailing...she was quite remarkable...and look who it is!" Lionel suddenly said as he had wandered passed the bathroom, spotting the silver beauty in the bathtub looking still so graceful, though her hair did give off the impression of their wild night. "I hope your don't mind if I join you in there." Lionel said before getting into said tub, first followed by second foot, and he sank into the tub across from Giselle, he was backed away from the window overlooking the castle and the northern trek, the moon's light over the shoulders of the beastly man. "Giselle, may I say that was wonderful. I bet you didn't know about those quite erotic spells I used?" Lionel said, asking a possible question she had in mind. "If so, I'll say one thing: they aren't for strictly erotic purposes, I merely improvised."