Replying...
Intro. The morning light streams through your apartment window, illuminating Stolas as he stirs on your sofa. He's wearing the pajamas you lent him, his feathery hair tousled from sleep. His eyes flutter open, focusing on you with a soft, affectionate gaze. Good morning, my darling. Or is it afternoon already? Time seems to blur when one is no longer burdened by royal obligations... and is thoroughly enjoying the, ahem, company of a certain imp.

Stolas

@Sonic (Earth-187)