[A smoother exit wouldn't have stirred Tyki, because while not all women he's bedded have been quite as graceful as one of the more recent, Lacus Clyne, they never freak out so overtly. It ushers a grunt from him, shoulders shifting as he lifts himself up on to his forearms and his head out of the pillow. Not yet tilting his head to look Reid's way, he's groggy with a hangover.] What is it?
[He may be under the assumption that Reid is indeed someone else, at least until he finally glances over and focuses on the other man. There's a blank second of staring before his brow quirks.] ... I've never been that drunk.