Pete was fairly certainly he had gone home alone. No, it was more than fairly certain; he was absolutely sure of that fact. Not like he went home with too many people very often anyway but that was digressing from the fact that he had been indubitably alone at the beginning of the evening as he'd finished going through a stack of reports that he'd been looking over. Some of them were nigh unintelligible for anyone without a background in speaking mutations and the others weren't much better. So when the dip in the bed that suggested another person had made themselves at home rocked him out of slumber, it did so immediately. First muzzy from sleep and then awareness as his thoughts turned to incapacitating anyone who came in. His fingers flexed and then extended, ready to burn an intruder into shiny hot bits even as he knew that anyone who had come to kill him this late wouldn't be leaving such a tell-tale mark.
He was right, as Raven's voice broken the silence of the room.
"Knocking is a lost art." He said instead, rolling over enough to eye her with a malignant eyebrow arched superbly. He was very good at those. "I know you bloody read and it's got to have been in at least one of those books." His gaze fell to her foot, arched in the middle of his bed in the middle of the night and to the offending shoe.