The trance was taking quite a long while to run its course, giving Tora more than enough time to think things over. Now that he had Jocelyn's identity he could begin watching over her, as much as he could during class anyways. Worst case scenario he would skip a class or two here and there, just to make certain she was safe. Already he was considering coming back here, armed with his weapon and find somewhere to sit outside the house for the evening. After all, playing bodyguard to a royal member was a full time job. The rooms of a high standing individual and their protection detail were always fairly close, often in the same wing. If he was to be a proper guard then he had to do his duty, and that meant keeping an eye on the Princess almost 24/7. Realistically it would be much less than that. After all he was only human, and would tire out or grow hungry eventually. Regardless of how much time he would devote to his post Tora knew he definitely had to start getting serious. If someone saw him and recognized him then it would inadvertently put Jocelyn in danger as well, he needed to be ready for that, and any contingency. An awful hell lot to plan for and worry about for a single person, he definitely had his work cut out for him now. 

As time dragged on Tora allowed himself to drift off a little, falling into a light sleep for the time being. If he was going to be playing watchdog all night he needed to get as much rest as he could now, however meager it might be. Even with his eyes closed he was well aware of what was going on in the room, listening intently for anything that might be happening. So when Jocelyn suddenly shifted in her bed he most certainly was aware of it, opening his eyes and turning his head to look over at her. Before he could so much as get a word in edgewise he was knocked over the head with a pillow, getting an annoyed sound out of him. Recovering and looking at her confused he was slapped yet again, this time cursing as his glasses were knocked off of his head. A couple more subsequent hits followed, and if he wasn't so confused as to why she was doing it he'd probably be laughing. Jocelyn then snapped at him, giving him a much better idea of what she was miffed about. Despite being the outlet of a nasty pillow thrashing he couldn't help but chuckle, finally raising a hand to block the strikes. So she'd figured that much out, huh? Well shit, that was going to come back to haunt him, he knew that already.

"Chill... I didn't look up your skirt," Tora said, smiling innocently as he leaned down and snatched up his glasses. Thankfully the frame wasn't bent at all, and the lenses were fine in spite of falling against the carpet. Giving the lenses a careful wiping on his shirt he blinked as a pillow was thrown in his face, looking up at the Princess amused again. "What? I figured you'd be happy a guy was interested in you! Take it as a compliment Jocelyn!" 

Jeez, what a pain this was going to be. He'd never hear the end of this, certainly not if they were going to be together for some time. Sure enough before he could even leave the bedroom Jocelyn was calling back to him, bringing up his behavior in a pretty vivid suggestion. Stepping out into the landing he looked down at the Princess sheepishly, his face a deep red despite trying to play it off.

"Doesn't sound too bad honestly," Tora retorted, giving her a cheeky smirk. "Though I never thought of pizza as a 'romance' food. Maybe we can do that for dessert though?" Ah, to hell with it. His goose was cooked and he knew it, may as well go down in a blaze of glory. Or infamy, depending on whose viewpoint you were looking at. Hopefully Aidan wasn't hearing all of this, he really didn't need that guy getting on his case while he was trying to work. Convincing Jocelyn to let him come over was going to be difficult enough as it was without her brother hating him too. Albeit if he was banned from the house he could always sit outside, or nearby anyways just to keep an eye on things. They'd cross that bridge if it came to pass, he couldn't really be bothered to worry about it right now. At the moment all he could smell was pizza, and there were a few slices with his name on it. Following Jocelyn down the stairs, and perhaps looking at her rear now and again, he hurried right along into the dining room to get himself some food. Plain cheese was a bit boring but he'd gladly take it. There were pizza shops in his home town even, sure, but they were so rare and expensive that he rarely ever went to them. Pizza as it turned out here was pretty much inexpensive, as were a lot of foods. Maybe it was just where he lived that made it that way. Everything was cooked with the finest ingredients, nothing less. Being part of a noble society had that kind of drawback; simple things cost an arm and a leg.