"Now?" He asked, looking up at Athelstan in shock. Despite feeling exhausted, sleeping was the last thing on his mind. He had, what felt like, a hundred things on his mind, most of them had to do with the things he was imagining doing to Dodger.

Still, he slowly pushed himself up onto his feet with a quiet grunt. He shrugged off the blanket, wrapping it around Athelstan's shoulders instead. Nodding towards the house, he pushed the door of the small art room open and waited for Athelstan to lead the way.