Arching an eyebrow at her question, he half-smiled, "I don't play, Muse. You crawl in here... Well." He shrugged a shoulder like that was answer enough. Thankfully, she decided to do the smart thing and left the room. Jamie carefully rolled out of bed but brought the blanket with him just in case someone was peaking through his bedroom door now. Very quickly, he got dressed thankful that he'd had the forethought to take a shower last night... And needed the 5 o'clock shadow for his costume later that night.
A blank t-shirt, jeans and Doc Martins were the poorly chosen attire of the morning but he didn't quite care. When he exited his bedroom he went straight for the mini-bar, foraging for 'breakfast'. "So what's the agenda of torture?"