The sorcerer wakes up slowly, despite the combined stimulation of Eunice's touch and the scent of food.  He groans, not with pleasure as he did last night, but in more of a disgusted way, throwing an arm over his eyes to block the offending daylight coming in through the window.  After a few minutes, he growls to himself, sighs, and finally opens his eyes, squinting at his bedmate.  "G'mornin," he slurs out.<br/><br/>Clearly, Taranis is<em>not</em>a morning person.