To all appearances, that butt was still dead asleep, unaware of Wicked's grungy approach to decor, until the unmistakable buzz of a cell phone had him moving with such deftness that he was either Pavlovian trained or a really good faker. He had the phone, from where?, against his ear before the first ring ended, saying, "Yeah. ...Yup. ...," then hung up to tuck it away again and shove his face against his arm with a deep sigh. Was he still asleep?