[It's not the light that wakes Zelos up. It's the sense of wrongness. None of this is familiar from the bed (how often does he sleep in a bed? far too seldom) to the sounds to the smells, right down to the feel of the sheets these are not the satin sheets of his manor that's for damn sure.

Also he's naked. Tracing a subtle cross under the sheets he opens his eyes and sits up ready to-- see three other people in apparently the same situation as himself?!]

... ... ... [Well okay then.] Whatever we did in this room stays in this room.

[He's got priorities okay.]