Murphy's "sleep" lasted quite a while.
By the time he opened his eyes and climbed out of the biopod, it was already noon the next day. He didn't disturb anyone else, choosing instead to wash up first and scrub away the mental exhaustion brought on by his "daily work as a dogshit game developer."
However, when Murphy came out of the Sunship's captain's bathroom wearing his "Governor's boxers," a towel draped over his shoulders, and humming a tune, Adele had already thoughtfully brought him a late breakfast—or an early lunch, if you preferred.
It was fruit porridge with cereal, made by the ship's Sanghaian chef, along with some cookies in the style of the elven kingdom.
The taste was a little bland for the people of Transia, who had grown used to the strong flavors of another world. But E-sis insisted that since Murphy was a "patient," eating something light would be good for him.
Murphy didn't argue.
He obediently finished the meal in his captain's quarters, pretending he hadn't noticed the expectant gleam in Adele's watery eyes—the kind that made a vampire's kidneys ache.
Because of "health reasons," Triss couldn't cuddle up with Murphy lately. Adele had immediately felt that fate was smiling upon her, but she seemed to have underestimated the terrifying "lethal potential" that body, born for crime, held for men.
Since Murphy didn't intend to contract the ridiculous "midnight kidney-deficiency" debuff before his hundredth birthday, he decided he had to show restraint! Yes, starting today, he'd lead an ascetic life and once again try to become a gentleman who respected all women, a vampire of impeccable character!
Unfortunately, although Murphy had firmly and resolutely decided to be a gentleman that afternoon, "Little Murphy" had ideas of his own.
Especially when Adele, using the opportunity to clear