Oliver wasn't far behind Sanguine in the falling asleep department, and soon passed out happily, with the vampire snug in his grip. But where she beat him in falling asleep, the Paladin claimed victory in the race to wake up in the morning. Of course, he couldn't tell it was morning, since there was a distinct lack of windows in the room, but he felt rested enough to get up, and that was close enough for the warrior. There was enough light coming in under the door for his dark vision to reveal the quietly slumbering form of his companion, still nestled in his arms. He smiled at that, and didn't move, figuring he might as well let her rest.

When she finally did start moving, Oliver grinned, "Good morning." he offered as she looked up at him. Then she tried to get away. "Running away on me so soon?" he teased, tightening his grip only long enough for a good morning kiss. Once he'd gotten his fill of the vampire's luscious lips, he released her, and joined her in getting up. For the sake of convenience, he hopped into the clothes he'd discarded the previous evening, knowing he'd have to change again soon enough. 

"Shall we go prepare to liberate that village from their greenskin oppressors?" he asked, excited at the prospect. "Such a crusade shall surely never be forgotten." that was assuming the Guild Master even cared. Sometimes she seemed to come up with strange priorities...