Ethan had had a round of good dreams over the course of the day, most involving sex of some variety, along with some oddities he couldn't quite explain (this being his dreamscape, there were oddities aplenty). He'd reluctantly let himself wake, rolling over in the empty bed, his arm draped across the spot his lover had occupied the night before. He blinked, yawning, and dragged himself up to lean back against his arms.
There was something in the air. He could almost taste it, electric on his tongue. Quirking a brow, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and moved to stand. It was a bit chilly in the room, what with being naked and all, but his curiosity was overwhelming. He padded over to the open door and peered into the sitting room. There, before him, sitting inside a circle, and completely starkers, was Rupert.