He'd opened to mouth to make a retort -- what exactly that retort was, he wasn't quite sure, but he'd always been good at improvisation -- but a hint of movement at the corner of his vision distracted him and then suddenly his partner was in the room diving at Hisoka.

"Sasuke!" He was already sitting up a bit straighter, whatever vestiges of sleep had been left in him quickly banished. Had it been anyone else that his weapon was attacking in the middle of his bedroom, his tone might have been more scolding, but somehow, most likely because it was Hisoka and he was infinitely creepy and he'd broken in, the only emotion that slipped into his tone was relief, embarrassingly enough.