"Not as much fun as you probably had," Jacob replies, shedding his coat, folding it and letting it drop over the back of a hair, his eyes moving over the form that fills one of the beds. He looks like he could be asleep, or falling asleep. He pauses, before he finishes taking off his cravat and waistcoat, and moves to sit on the edge of the empty bed. His bed, he supposes. The springs creak a bit, but it seems okay. He hasn't slept in a bed of his own for a while. Orientation made it seem like he wouldn't be here either, if he was a good sub. Ha! Joke's on them, he's never, ever, been good at anything.

"I didn't wake you up?" He asks, voice soft, an edge of concern in the tone. He hopes he didn't. He really expected Hellboy to still be out, having a great time, fucking and drinking and fighting. He wouldn't have minded doing that himself, but unfortunately, not everything can be fun and games. Not when he has to figure this place out and somehow save it.

He sits, thinking about that, the sheer amount of work that will be, before he really can't be still any longer and flops backwards. No. No more of that now.

"Are you going to tell me where you went?"