That sleep had been all but fitful of late, filled with nightmares and dreams that left him clawing for wakefulness. The end result, however, was very few hours of any sort of rest, resulting in an overly exhausted and often on edge were-King. It was a noise that woke him, even though he hadn't the slightest indication of what it was, at least, not at first. For a moment, Tetradore simply laid there in bed, his arm slowly rose over his eyes as if to keep the brightness of the day from further awakening him. It took him a moment to realize that there was another person in his bedroom, even if that in itself was hardly a bizarre thing. Tobias, on those occasions he was not preoccupied with his fiance, would often settle on the rug with his toys or in an attempt to glare Tetradore into a state of awareness. Frankly, he almost hoped he could pretend to sleep only for the invader to leave. Not that, he supposed, it mattered terrible. He doubted sleep would be his friend any further today. It was with a soft yawn that Tetradore finally opened his eyes, shifting to his elbows to sleepily survey his room...only for this emerald eyes to settle on....Calliel?

Her name echoed questioningly upon her lips, the girl quite near freezing at the very sound of his baritone voice. Tetradore reached up, rubbing the sleep from those vibrant emerald eyes only to be met with those wide eyes of the young woman. There was certainly a guilty look going on, as if she hadn't expected to be caught and, now that she was, an uncertainty of what to do. That quietness to her voice caused his eyebrows to furrow before his gaze turned briefly towards the basket within her hand. "Oh." The world fell flat from his lips and yet, there was hardly a touch of anger there, more a...simple uncertainty of what to say. Slowly, Tetradore pushed himself further up, his legs swinging towards the edge of the bed so that only those blankets were covering his undergarments. His fingers reached up to gently massage his temples - it was a gesture that typically only occurred when the were-King was stress. Not to say that she had stressed him in the slightest and more the simple fact that she had found him in an already perturbed state, even though he had been asleep. Those dreams, unfortunately, still lingered upon the forefront of his thought, those emotions still ladened his system even though that boogyman of sorts was little more than a fantasy....for now.

His attention re-focused upon the young woman as she reached in her basket for a muffin. That almost embarrassed simper upon her features was almost endearing if he didn't know the snarkiness that laid beneath. He reached forward, gingerly taking the muffin from her hands with a baffled look upon his features. "You put Baileys in a muffin?" Tetradore inquired as if such a thing simply couldn't be comprehended so early in the morning. He slowly pulled off the wrapper from the muffin, placing it on the bed stand. Another quizzical look was given to the muffin before he bit into it, letting the creamy chocolate flavor roll across his tongue. "Mmmm...." He commented with surprise, those emerald eyes briefly turned up towards the young girl that stood over him....staring down at him. A single eyebrow tilted upwards at her and yet, an almost exasperated sigh left her lips but moments later. Okay...? Tetradore watched as Calliel settled on the bed beside him, the man entirely ignorant to those thoughts that lingered upon her own mind.

He watched as her gaze remained stationary on the floor, only to inquire about explaining herself or leaving as if she was somehow in trouble. "What is there to explain?" He inquired, wholly uncertain of what sort of mischief she had gotten herself into...unless this muffin was not a chocolate Bailey's muffin after all...a glimpse of suspicion was given towards the dessert before his gaze turned back towards her. After all, what did it matter if she randomly brought muffins? Was that a crime he wasn't aware of?