Nope. Just used to sleeping in his gear on the field. Declan had spent more than one night in his armor, curled up on the cold ground, catching a few minutes of sleep while his battle buddies watched his back. They all traded off, more guards than sleepers.

"Thank you," the man replied, sighing as he got more frustrated rummaging through his packs. He grunted and fumbled until at last one of the pockets yielded what he wanted. Heavy boots thudded on the floor as he closed the distance and set a little stone on the counter. It was about the total size of a ping-pong ball, light and glittery. Declan looked quite proud for a moment, puffing a bit before clearing his throat.

"That's for you. I found it in Russia last night on patrol. I thought it was glimmer at first. I thought of you when I saw it. Not because it's blue or anything. It's not...obviously. I just thought it was pretty." He shrugged, reached up to check his gear and eventually turned away, heading for the bedroom and a shower.

"I'll be back in a little bit. Don't keep yourself from eating on my account."