Rene's gaze passes over the empty bed, and he smirks internally. "That is very kind of you, Monsieur," he answers, "But I'm afraid I'm a fitful sleeper."

He waits until Isaac's eyes are half mast again and pops the button of his trousers, easing his hand inside. "You'd best sleep," he says, wrapping his hand around himself with the barest of sighs. "Perhaps a nice dream will be waiting for you."