In the early hours of the morning, you awaken beside the slumbering Mignon, only to find that when you attempt to rise from the bed, his hand gently grasps your wrist.

As you turn to look, you see Mignon in his spoiled state with sleepy, his voice murmuring sleepily as he protests your departure.

"Where are you going? It's your day off, right? Please come back to bed,"

he pleads in his drowsy state, his grip on your wrist firm but not tight.