The cooler air in the bedroom took the edge of heat off his skin. His belly ached faintly, reminding him that he'd returned to the house for food. A deep, indrawn breath which he held for several seconds before releasing it. The faint tug for oxygen made him even more hyper aware of every muscle and bone. It felt right now, fullness returned. He stretched until he could feel it deeply, enjoying the familiarity of it. The sunlight creeping in the window painted warm stripes across his bare skin in contrast to the cooling as it had dried from the shower.
Instincts hummed lightly, sensitive hearing picked up on the footfalls in the hallway. He went still, the predator's motionlessness. Listened to the pattern of movement, recognizing it. He waited, making no move to go to the door. Instead he began a series of warm up exercises though without the weapons that were usually involved. Those had been taken when he'd first been arrested and sentenced to slavery. So he did the movements empty-handed, slowly, strikes and blocks that flowed from one to another, still clad in only boxers.