He’s already internally groaning at the whole ‘time is a concept thing’, but she gets points for not being an undead monster. He glances at his alarm clock, sees that she’s right about the 3am thing, and stands aside from the window.

Why is this his life?

“I’m awake now, thanks for that,” he says, dead-eyeing her. “Don’t hang around the window, you look like a demon fairy. Come in already, it’s freezing outside.”