Sebastian's heart jolted in his chest at Rogan's touch before racing like a run away horse. Could the prince be blamed for being stubborn in waking just for the hope of a touch from his advisor. As much as he wanted to keep lying there, he couldn't ignore Rogan's entreaty to awake. Sebastian would do anything the older man asked of him; he just didn't have it in him to deny the man anything in his ability to give. "Fine, 'm up," he grumbled rolling over and sitting up. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to scrub away the last remaining vestiges of sleep.