*looks toward the sound of your voice and sees only...a blanket-shaped person trying to smother him?* *oh*
*gets a closer look (except it can't really get any closer) at the blanket and frowns* *croaks* This is not my beautiful House.
*shoves off the blanket and pulls himself up to a sitting position, setting both feet on the floor* *shades his mostly closed eyes with one hand as he looks over at you, chagrined* Yeah. So. I guess you never want to go drinking with me again.