Cy waited, counting out sixty seconds in her heartbeat, one boot tapping unconsciously against the floor. When the full minute had passed and he still hadn't responded – not even in the sound of shuffling scuffling upstairs and of a man rousing to slow attention – then she rolled her eyes, knowing what had to follow.
"COOOORMAAAAC!" A second time, and then it was Cy grabbing the handrail and thundering up the stairwell towards his study-slash-office-slash-bedroom down the hall from hers. Her boots pounded on the floorboards like an invading army.