"I suppose that's...good." He likes his sleep, sure, but he also remembers the thoughts of someone coming in to eat him and so he knows that he's not going to be sleeping for the first few days. He'll be tucked against a wall, staring at the door and just waiting for someone to come in with a fork and a knife.

Hopefully magic still means he has to come in through the door and can't fade into the walls.

"I'm a light sleeper," he says, eyeing Tyki. "Just in case you were thinking of...I don't know."