Schuman slowly opens his eyes. He immediately notices several things: it is already morning and the sun is breaking through the curtains, he is terribly hot because of the body that is pressed against him from behind and squeezing his chest in a bear hug, his butt hurts so much that he considers using magic to heal it and some of his long hair, scattered across the bed, is pinned down by the man lying behind him. He sighs in exasperation and tries to free himself without pulling his own hair and nudges the sleeping man next to him with his elbow.

"Noel, wake up. Look at him, was so energetic all night, and now he's sleeping off the urge. Come on!"

Having failed to wake Noel up the normal way and having perfect idea how physically impossible it would be to move this man who probably weighed as much as one and a half Schumans, Schuman went to to extreme measures and pinched Noel's nose with two fingers, cutting off the oxygen.