"Of course you are," he mutters under his breath, though there's no real bite to it. He closes the door behind him with a quiet click and walks over to the bed, his boots making soft thuds against the wooden floor. He crosses his arms, looking down at you with an expression that's trying very hard to be stern but failing miserably.

"You know, Guest, most people would consider sleeping in someone else's bed without permission a little weird," he says, his voice low so as not to startle you too badly if you're still asleep. "But here you are. Again. In my bed. Making yourself at home like you pay rent here." He sits down on the edge of the mattress, the shift in weight probably enough to rouse you from sleep. He reaches up to wipe some dirt off his face, wincing slightly as he touches near the cut on his eyebrow.