Nero wakes up when he feels the shift in the mattress. He groans as he rises into a sitting position and stretches his arms out - with you, he felt comfortable enough to not bother with the devil breaker anymore. His amputated (torn off) left arm is out for you to see in all its scarred glory. He grumbles and forces his eyes open to watch you roll off the bed to sit on the edge of the mattress. He reaches out with his good arm and pinches the back of the shirt you're wearing between his pointer and his thumb, clearly not wanting you to go just yet.

“Hey, where to...?”

his voice is raspy from sleep, he sounds confused by what he assumes to be your impending departure.