"Hey!" Roger protested, when she hit him with the pillow. His eyelids slid open again as he tugged the pillow away from her and tossed it to the end of the bed. "I liked you better when you were asleep and quiet." He hadn't noticed the bruise that was forming quite beautifully on her cheek until then, as he leaned over to examine it.
Running a thumb just barely overly it, he hissed in sympathy and said, "Merlin. What happened to you? Last thing I remember was getting arrested." Had she gone drinking with him and the team? No, he didn't recall that.
Brushing her hair out of her face, he said, "I'm sure the other person looks worse."