Victor woke up deep in the night. Even so many years after the war, his instincts had not been completely killed. They had dulled considerably, something he was very thankful for, but they were still there and they were telling him that his life was at risk. He only gave out a helpless smirk at that.
Victor slept by himself, a tradition he had carried from very early in his youth. Well not really by himself, his monster girls were simply in their gear form. Any monster girl that is at least partially bonded to a tamer could turn into a more carriable form where they imparted more of their power to the tamer. In war, a tamer was the weakest link and any way to increase their chance of survival was extremely necessary. Another habit that was still left over.
One of his tames, however, defied this and more to the point defied him at every turn, though he could only love her for it. She was the most respected advisor of their entire troupe. Even he listened to her more often than not. As a consequence, she got a lot more liberties than the rest of his bonded. One of which was having a midnight snack while he was dead to the world.
His lower half felt numb, which meant she was at this for a while, and being the magic overlord that she was, he was pretty sure she coaxed quite a lot of ooze out of him.