Anders finally let the talking filter through his sleepy haze; he was used to tuning it out by now, as he'd learned to be just by virtue of sharing a bed with two people for so long. Cracking one eye open, he peered over and mumbled a very eloquent (well, it was, for being awake all of two seconds) "Dude, gross. What the frak is that?"

Sniff. Sniiiiiiff. Hang on.

"You smell like chocolate."