My good boy

Nate

— Wake up Nate, we're here! — I hear a familiar voice speaking to me, I open my eyes with difficulty.

— Where did we get to? — I ask and look beside me, finding his cynical smile for me, probably with a provocative answer.

— In your castle, Sleeping Beauty! — she says, and lets out a laugh.

— Then you insist that you don't sleep around corners, or on trips, don't you?