Kane was half-awake when he thought he heard someone's voice in the middle of his living room - had Tyki come to the rescue? But it didn't sound like Tyki. And it wasn't - it was that scary demon thing (no, not that one, the other one; tall, dark, handsome with the herbal essences hair)
And Kane didn't fancy himself being walked on when he was naked, handcuffed to the bed, scars yet to be healed criss-crossed all over his back.
He kicked at the sheets in an effort to get his feet under them, and when he succeeded, he wriggled and... flailed and flopped about, basically, until he managed to conceal most of his naked body (except for his head, his tousled hair and his arms) under the thin white sheet.
"I'M IN HERE! BUT DON'T COME IN!!! CAN WE TALK LIKE THIS?"