Normally, Vexen would have been much later in checking on his sleeping arrangements, with so many things to investigate. Today, however, he's...tired. Exhausted, really. So he steps into what is apparently his new room, shoulders slumped and stifling a yawn. He looks over at the voice, then glances at the indicated bed.

"Very well. I have no objection, so long as I can expect at least some modicum of peace and quiet when I am here."