[Here's the thing about getting wasted while a vampire: you may not get hangovers, but your mouth still tastes like feet the next morning.
He comes reluctantly awake to the sound of Bonnie's surprise and disapproval. If you're going to freak out about me sleeping in the buff, maybe you should knock before entering my room — what he wants to say, until he realizes the actual reason his mouth tastes like feet.
His mouth is right next to a pair of feet. Bonnie's feet.]
Bonnie, why are you shoving your feet in my face?
[Give him a moment, the true weirdness of the situation will click in soon.]