The Warden's usual morning alarm chirped on the wooden night stand, rousing Superjail's leader from sleep with a massive smile on his face. Last night had been a bit of a blur, so imagine his surprise at seeing someone else in his room, their shoes by the door and their scent staining his covers. "Well, good morning to you," he purred, instantly settling into a playfully suave demeanor as he propped himself up on his elbow to let his eyes rake over you appreciatively. "My my, don't you look nice?" The comment was light and teasing, obviously poking fun at the situation.