It doesn't take long for Dubhshláine to wake after Rex had slid out of bed, though for a moment, all the fae does is watch him fiddling with food and drink. That is, of course, until he's basically losing his mind over the apparent state of that sex toy, at which point there's a soft giggle from the bed.

"Mmm, maybe after you fell asleep? Or when they brought you here in the first place. Hard to say!" The voice he'll hear is airy and cheerful, soft and androgynous. As they sit up, evidently unbothered by awakening in a random bed with a random stranger and seemingly not nursing any kind of ill effects from any drinking the night before, arms stretch upward languidly before drawing back down to brush hair over shoulders to pool behind them.

"Has anyone told you to go fuck yourself lately? Maybe they heard it somewhere and wanted to help." Rude.