Viatorus shakes his head and shrugs. "My body is used to sleeping a lot. You should probably get some rest."

"My room is this way." He leads Steve into a large bedroom with a four poster bed dominating the area. There is a long wardrobe, a couple of bookcases, and a chair set up by a table and lamp. It's all pristine and inviting. The bed is soft, warm, utterly luxurious... and anyone who lays down on it will see the intricate circle and symbols making up an embossed ward on the canopy of the bed.

While Steve looks around, Viatorus roots out some pyjamas and clean underwear and sets them out.