Alexanders sleep was dreamless, but very pleasant and restful, feeling quite content in whatever place his mind went when he wasn't capable of using it. He was very warm, on account of Calliopes snuggling against him, and he had his own smile on his face, finding himself to be in a position he'd rather not leave. Alexander stirred slightly when Calliope pulled herself closer to him, his eyes cracking open briefly. Tilting his head, Alexander considering the girl he found in his embrace, and decided it couldn't hurt to hold her any longer. They'd already cuddled the entire night, it wasn't like much more harm could come of it. There were selfish reasons to it also, the man not wanting to move for how comfortable he was. He couldn't lie at all, and say that he didn't enjoy feeling Calliope so close to him, with such a thin barrier of fabric separating them.

In his examinations, Alexander noticed that her nightgown was starting to slip off, and he wrestled with that conundrum for a moment. The most obvious solution was to simply ignore it. If he tried to fix it, she might wake up and his intentions would likely be considered much more different than what the situation demanded. So then, if he wanted to ignore it, why did he find himself staring at the exposed flesh. A knock at the door drew his attention away, causing Alexander to look over, remembering the bartender. "Come on, we need to talk."

The voice was intelligible, even through the door, but muffled. Letting out a groan, Alexander gently shook Calliopes shoulder. "Give us a few minutes to get dressed. Can you find something for Calliope to wear? All she has is a nightgown right now..." He heard a groan, and footsteps leading away from the door. Looking back to Calliope, he gently shook her again, though made no effort to untangle himself from her embrace, nor removed his arm from around her. Cuddling just a bit longer couldn't hurt, afterall. "You need to wake up, we've got things to do. Can you wake up for me?"