"Vecchio!" Asher yelped, trying to cling to the edge of the bed once the pulling began. "Get the fuck off me!"

With a forceful flick of his tail, he pulled himself free. Ray had really only succeeded in pissing him off. Wasn't there some sort of rule about letting sleeping dinos lie? If not, there should have been. Especially on the island.

Forced out of bed (again) by Ray (again), Asher advanced on him. "What the ever loving fuck is your... problem?"

Somewhere between Ray and the bed, he'd gone from the 65 million year old form, back to his typical five-hundred year old one. Turning back to the bed, he grabbed a sheet to cover himself up with. Starting back toward Ray, he punched him in the arm.

"Next time I want you out of bed, I put a vice grip on your dick and yank."