"Three in the morning, but it's always noon somewhere," joked Asmodeus with a hushed tone, "but I was in the area, and you were awake and in need of company. Mind if I come in?" He couldn't help but grin at her choice of pajamas, and the fact that he could feel the ancient urge of protectiveness when he was around her. He had always been protective around women who were pregnant, but this transcended that; this was family.