"That still doesn't explain why he's sleeping so much." Kath'tan pointed out.
Asael's patience for the Fiend was merely a handful, it was no surprise it had already run out. "You can ask him yourself." He tossed out, warping back to the inn room.
He paused at the door, taking in the strange scene he came to meet. The Vampire was on his back, floating a few inches off the wooden floor, and that was because he was completely wrapped around his shadows, clinging to the floating ball. He seemed to have been at it for a while because his hair was already coming undone.
Dulce shot to his feet, completely forgetting that it wasn't just him and his new toy. He tripped in his haste, smacking his head into the ball, which sent it almost halfway across the room. So he had to stand in mortification as the ball made its way back to him, almost seeming to weave slightly.
"I-I apologize," He mumbled, stepping forward when the ball came within reach to return it to its owner.
