Padraig had been asleep at his desk, his face buried in some official documents which now sported some saintly drool. He heard someone shouting and his head snapped up, one of the pages sticking to his face. "Ungh?" he asked, and then he realised he had just heard Euterpe's voice and now she was making a racket at his door.
He checked his watch as a formality and felt ridiculous because it wasn't even that late. Then he rose, removed the paper from his cheek, and went to answer the door.
He smiled sleepily at her, amused that she had clearly been out dancing. "You look effervescent," he said, moving aside so she could come in.