Shesmu himself had be drifting in and out of sleep for a while now. When he'd first woken his bleary eyes had settled on the top hat, lying on its side on his bedroom floor. Confusion and then a small smile as he remembered that Sekhmet had brought it. (He done a little dance for her in it even.)
His head he'd turned slowly to look at the other side of the bed and there, as he'd sort of already predicted, was the Lady of Slaughter herself, fast asleep. And, he was pretty damn sure, as naked as he was under these covers.
Well.
Maybe they should have thought this all through a little more.
Instead of getting out of bed he let sleep drag him down again, the wine making him heavily and happy. (Shesmu never suffered from hangovers - he only actually suffered if he stopped drinking for too long - but there was that familiar after-binge laziness.)
It was only when Sekhmet showed signs of being awake that he rolled over in her direction and said, voice thick with sleep, "morning."