Tyki is no help during the entire process from being lifted to being roused unsatisfactorily. His head will slump backwards against the back of the spa treatment and his shoulders slump unceremoniously when he's let go. He's not sliding down but he's doing nothing to prevent it from happening again.

His eye cracks open, one and then the other in an uncoordinated manner, and it takes him a second to even realize he's properly awake. He hasn't been asleep for long and already he feels like all of his energy got knocked right out of him. He snorts rudely and lifts his hand out of the slime bath to wave in an uncaring way. Yet his fingers are already counting for him. His half grin is lazy.

"One, you're too loud. Two, while you do have a very nice jawline you're not a woman nor handsome enough for for me to allow you to put your mouth anywhere near mine. Three, you're way too bossy. Four, several people know I am capable of ...whatever you called it. It's not my fault if you are misinformed. And five.... I'm a little thirsty."