"No you can't get up. You are my prisoner for today." Elizaveta mumbles sleepily, catching Roderich off guard- he had tried to carefully slip away to prepare breakfast, but a strong arm firmly held him down.

"But.. we won't get anything done today," he protests weakly, awkwardly half laying half sitting down on the bed. "I should get breakfast ready at least, you can stay in if you'd like."

"And? We can have a nice, lazy day, no need to worry." She hums sleepily.

"Alright then," Roderich agrees, slipping his glasses off and returning to the bed.