Oliver got to enjoy a cuddle with Sanguine, but he had to admit, he didn't remember much of it. Probably because he fell asleep ridiculously quickly. He'd meant to stay awake and torment the vampire with his energy, cuddling her gleefully until she tired of his lack of fatigue and went to do her thing. Of course, that was a lot harder to do with a full stomach. More so in a warm bed with a soft woman. In the end, a nap turned into him turning in for the evening. He woke up long enough to realize what had happened somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, and then returned to his slumber until someone woke him up the next morning.

The Paladin wasn't sure who it was, but someone felt the need to wander into his room and open all the curtains. "What the fuck?" he mumbled to himself, rage unable to rouse his reluctant form. Rearranging the pillows he managed to block out some of the light, but never quite made it back to sleep. Even as he was beginning to drift off once more, something prodded him. He sincerely hoped it was Sanguine, but supposed she might have sent someone else to wake him. Then he realized that it was a stick. A stick was poking him. Definitely a servant. He didn't say a word, pretending to be sleeping as the stick continued to jab at his ribs. He moved very carefully, shifting his hand until he could snatch the stick from the hands of the person holding it. He moved explosively at that point, launching himself bolt upright as he ripped the pole from the hands of its wielder. Muffled cursing followed as someone he didn't recognize fled the room. He chuckled at that. 

Fully awake and slightly entertained, he supposed it was time to get dressed. Sanguine did say they had things to do today, and the stunning vampire was the one in charge. He just wondered how she managed the whole not-sleeping thing. Then again, she liked to travel in her carriage, and he wouldn't have been surprised to learn that she did most of her napping while riding in that thing...