[Hego, for his part, had anticipated a little more warning. Even he - not the most observant sort - had gathered from his short mostly-forgotten conversation with the Admiral that this wasn't the sort of absence that he'd need to arrange Bueno Nacho cover for, but he hadn't expected being transported while he was asleep.

That was just....downright discourteous.

He sat up. reviewing what he assumed to be his sister's room with the trained disquiet of someone who had learnt to expect violence for even nudging at her personal space. (The nudging had gotten considerably harder at a certain point in their childhood.) His reconnaissance brought him around an extremely tidy room less a few discarded clothes and - then to an unfamiliar blond man in the bed next to him.

He shrunk away as best he could, which given his build meant he couldn't get very far without falling off the bed.]

"Ah."

[His mind still hadn't reached the circumstances in which there would be a man in Shego's bed. He opted for a broad, slightly vacant grin.]

"Good morning, sir!"