[ His eyes open now, fix on Armand, blinking away the thickness of sleep as he pushes himself up against the headboard and tempers a yawn. ]

Astral projection. [ He offered him an exchange once. If he's going to wander in while Stephen's sleeping either way, there's no real harm in telling him where he's gone when he's away. His voice is rough with sleep, but he powers through with coherent sentences in spite of it. ] Left my body sleeping and went on a tour of the house. Do you do this often? Wondering if I should set up an alert.