As they head down the hall, Marcus thinks maybe he ought to be nervous, but he suspects he's too tired for that. Besides, it's not as if there's anything to be nervous about, he's not taking Dan to his bedroom for anything besides the sleep they both so desperately need, the rest their bodies are craving. This doesn't have to be unlike any of the many times he found himself looking at Nate from the corner of his eye and admiring what he saw.

Of course, Nate had never slept in Marcus's bed.

The room is by far the loveliest in the house, Matthias's hard work evident in the enormous windows that look out onto the currently snow covered trees, in the woodwork and in the beautiful fireplace. Against the opposite wall is an oversized bed, a little rumpled from Trass having clearly been there earlier.

"Hopefully there isn't too much wolf hair," Marcus says dryly, reaching down to shake off the top comforter.