Schuldig yawned, mentally probing at Farfarello's mind, but not getting in too deep. Farfarello's dreamscape tended to be horrific at best, and he had no desire to get sucked into that.

"He's still sleeping. Though if he felt me poking around he might be up soon." Schuldig shrugged as he sipped his coffee, craning his neck to peer into the kitchen, trying to see how far along the food was.