Ahahahaha! Oh, you have no idea. Sensitive soul that I am, it can be difficult at times to get my beauty sleep. You've no need to worry about the hour when you come to visit, I don't mind.

[Yes, sensitive. That's a good way to put it. Definitely not "irrevocably wired to snap out of even a dead sleep and immediately be prepared to fight for his life". Just ignore how inordinately funny he finds the question.

A flourish of his magical pen, and the clothes dangling in the tree rush down to greet Rook even while he finger combs his hair back into some semblance of order. A few strange moves (is that ballet? After getting fucked like that?) to seamlessly slide back into pants and boots, and he almost, almost looks like he belongs in Pomefiore again. A battered, filthy member of Pomefiore, but a member nonetheless. ]