Cecelia looks up quite quickly at the sound of his voice, arching an eyebrow.

"You're in the business of harassment now?" she responds airily, putting her quill aside and sitting up. She offers him the ghost of a smirk for a second or two before her expression shifts back into its neutral state. She's gotten enough rest to recover the means to keep her masks up, so any frayed edges will be quite difficult to discern at-a-glance.

"Assuming I'm as unwilling as you say, at least."