"Yes, I am, yes, I am." Ray rolled out immediately, grabbing hold of his bedside unit to keep his balance as he reached for a discarded pair of pants that looked suspiciously similar to yesterdays.

Vegas was currently ensconced on Ray's old shirt, so both Asher and the wider world were treated to a clean one of those. All the while, Ray had a hand lifted to his brow as if moving too fast might actually result in his head falling off.

He didn't make a habit of leaving the hut unshaven but he'd be damned if he dedicated anymore time in his day to Delirium.

"Coming?" he asked, not unlike someone who had been the one waiting, rather than the waitee.