"I think it's time for bed, milord." There was a hand on his shoulder, warm.

Xander was about to protest, but he couldn't actually remember being awake. Had he dozed off at his desk again? It couldn't be that late, though if Laslow had come to check on him...

"I need to..."

No, there was no way he'd be able to focus on a single report or request without a bit of actual sleep and probably a good portion of the kitchens' coffee supply poured straight down his throat. Besides, he...

"Lord Xander?"

"Let's go, Laslow. It's time for bed."