HI SORRY I'M LATE [You don't spend seven years in a war without developing instincts almost faster than breathing. As soon as Lelouch shrieks, Sheik moves - grabbing for a weapon, hand snapping out so that Lelouch may feel against his throat the cold bite of...]
[Toothbrush bristles.]
[Right. No weapons.]
[Dropping the toothbrush, he stares at him warily.] Who are you, and why are you in my room?