While Vincent's mind hardly 'needed' sleep anywhere along the same cycle as mortals, he was largely accustomed to it, and as light spilled across his face, he winced in his sleep and muttered a command for the blinds to shut. He felt fully rested, but still 'thought' he should be sleeping.
Cognizance of the warm, minimally clad, body against him came next, followed by a firm (and surprisingly comforting) lack of the thought string 'How to get her out of here politely?'.
Shifting slightly, one arm bent to let his hand come up to her hair. "Good morning, Andrea." Eyes still closed he tilted his head to kiss whatever part of her face it happened to meet first, just above her left eyebrow in this case.
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