It's a testament to Serph's current exhaustion that he doesn't rouse immediately; he normally sleeps lightly, ready to snap awake and fight at the smallest sign of ambush. So John is treated to his eyelids slowly and groggily opening, Serph squinting against the unwelcome light as he rolls over onto his side.

He very noticeably startles, wings jerking along with the rest of him as he comes directly face to face with John watching him with glowing eyes.

"John?" His voice is thick with sleep, caught completely off guard. His next words feel like something Heat would be more inclined to say -- and that thought sends a pang through him -- but they feel apt. "What the hell? Go to sleep."