Wayne looked up with a slight jump when he heard his name, not knowing at first who to expect in the half-light... the soft Scottish tone registered, and he let go of his guitar, glad that the darkness would hide his blush at being found in such an odd position.
"Yeah, I went to bed," he said softly, "but I didn't stay there long." He set his guitar on the floor. "What about you, Belle? How was your night under house arrest?"