"One simple question," Cullen growls through grit teeth.

He turns from Anders as much as he dares, keeping him in the corner of his eye. The room, at least, has not changed on him. It is as it was, and Cullen makes his way to the desk. If it was an interrogation he would know it, he barely keeps from his tongue, as sharply as the pain that awoke with him.

Cullen grips the chair, and steadies his weight. He fixes Anders with a glare.

"I would ask you to leave, but then you might lie down on the bed. Is it enough that you woke me, or did you want something else?"