Samsul was forced to close his eyes when Anastasia opened the shutters, but he quickly adjusted to the new light and looked at Anastasia. Is was true, that he was usually up before this time, but he was far to relaxed in his sleep to wake up normally. It was a little odd to be called her husband, but there wasn't anything else that he could be called that he knew of. He smiled at her once she kissed his cheek, and his head snapped to the door as it opened, with Millie and Arabella on the other side. He looked at them as looked back at him, all three of them blushing at varying degrees. He shook his head at them with a small smile. "Stay here with Anastasia. I'll return shortly with a new change of clothes." Slowly, Samsul sat up and got off of the bed. His head turned over to the shirt that he was wearing the previous night, and he walked over to it and grabbed it before putting it on and excusing himself from the room.