Wayne muttered a few unintelligible syllables as he came to, and looked up dazedly in the direction of the poking at his back. As Eloise came into focus, he grinned. "El the Belle," he said as he sat up. "Yeah, I thought it might be easier if I just absorb it this way..."
He looked down at the puddle of drool he left behind in the book, and started to rub at the corner of his lip. "Bloody hell... I didn't get ink on my face, did I?"