[For awhile he's delightfully oblivious to the weight of the muscular man on top of him, but nothing can keep him asleep when Miguel raises himself up, only to fall back down on him. Vulpes' eyes shoot open as he lets out a startled gasp, then groans when the pain from his headache assaults him once more. Gritting his teeth, Vulpes presses a hand to Miguel's face and tries to shove it as far away from himself as possible.]

Get. Off.

[He's too unfocused to try strangling the profligate again, but by Mars is he tempted. Damn wastrel probably gave him a concussion.]