It was true. With the vampires out and about, dinner done and over with, and nothing to do, Integra had retired early herself. Usually, she was the type to stay up a good portion of the night, and sleep for a few hours before getting up to start all over again.

This evening had been different, though; she'd felt ungodly tired for no particular reason, really, and so immediately after dinner she had excused herself and had wandered upstairs and into bedroom, practically passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow.

It would be of no surprise that she hadn't heard him enter the room, he'd been so silent about it, after all, but Integra was a light sleeper for the most part. After all, how many attempts on her life while she slept had she had? Many... the ones her own vampiric servant hadn't bothered to catch, deeming them 'lessons', just in case he weren't around.

This came in handy now, because a moment or two after that light touch to her hair, her cold blue eyes were opened, gun poised right at "Soma"'s head. Until she realized it was him, of course. Frowning, the young knight lowered her weapon, blinking a few times.

Unfortunately for her, she did not have her glasses on, and as such, she couldn't quite see his eyes to detect the shift in him. Not yet, at least.

"...Soma, what on earth are you doing?"