[Damn it, Harley, he'd been sleeping so well.
Which was, admittedly, a little odd, considering he'd given Hungary rights to the bed since she'd come back from her few day's brainwashing. Respecting a lady, just like his momma taught him.
So he was a little reluctant to actually wake up now that he was already asleep, not to mention in a real bed instead of the stupid couch.
But he cracks his eyes open anyways, and- oh holy shit that is a lamp pointed at his face.
He sits upright, and tries to get himself out of the threat range. Having a lightbulb broken on his head was not his idea of a good time.]

Okay, ma'am, calm down. I ain't gonna- hold up, the hell are you doin' here?