For a long time he just stares, unwilling to say, well yell, the things he should to wake him up and remedy the situation. Except he doesn't want to. He can't stop looking over long limbs, the stretch of his torso, way he looks, beautiful and elegant and somehow innocent and more wicked all at the same time.

Jerking back when Vasquez shifts, starting to turn away but then stopping. It's almost as if realizing that Vasquez is awake that he turns back to the other man. Again his gaze slides over Vasquez, finding that it's easier to stare at him when he's awake than thinking he's spying on a sleeping man that doesn't know any better.

And then, because he can't let himself enjoy this, no matter how exciting that he finds Vasquez to be, sensual and sexy and making his gut tighten up as well as his skin feel hot and tight, he has to ask an important question.

"Wait, what happened to the wolf?"

He hasn't realized the correlation here. Not yet.