Suddenly, Dick was thankful that one of his senseis had trained him while using boiling water, because he had to angle his entire upper body backward while spinning with the cocoa, managing not to slosh it as he spun and placed it on the bedside table.
Cass was insanely fast, even asleep, but thankfully not as quick as she was while completely awake, and Dick grabbed her fist in his other hand, catching but not holding.
Dear god, how was she so slippery while half asleep? He moved out of the way of another punch, then gripped both her arms in a lock, moving with the flow that 30 gallons of boiling water had taught the hard way.
He watched and waited for a leg sweep, which would be largely prevented by the bedding itself.
"Is this how you thank me?" he said, hoping eventually his voice would click with her.