OOC: Not sure if I spelled the Topic right. Feel free to correct if I have it wrong!

IC: It had been a long night for Dawson, but not in the way some might suspect given where he could be found in Astrid Rousseau’s house. He was asleep seated in the only chair, mind you an exceptionally comfy chair, Astrid’s own bedroom while she slept. To be fair, she had offered him to sleep right next to her in her own bed. He had politely declined knowing he still had work ahead. Besides, what would have happened had he decided to share the bed with her? There was certainly some sort of chemistry between them as far as he could tell. But she was young, and he was an old man by comparison. He certainly didn’t look it, given that he looked in his early thirties, but was in fact nearly a millennium old. Being El Aurian did that.

A light blanket appeared to cover his waist down as he remained leaned back in the chair with only his undershirt on. His physique was well defined and yes, he had muscles to boot. Being asleep though, he had no idea if there were wandering eyes. For the moment, he remained his current state of rest, unaware of whether Astrid stirred or not.

-Dawson, Owner of Secret Securities