"Yes... it's Roi Davis." Although the idea of this person knowing an older version of himself is... strange. He adjusts his hat.

"If you didn't bring me here, then why's my box in here? No, wait..." His brow furrowed in thought. "I would have woken up if I was moved. I'm a light sleeper. Cat-naps and all."

He then looks around curiously, tilting his head as he takes in the room, and then he stares at Balthazar again. He sounds terribly perplexed. "It still doesn't explain why you have my scent all over you! At least, not that much, not that potently, Balthazar!"

Boggled, Roi steps closer and attempts to stare him down.

{Okay. Rest well when you do, and I hope your girlfriend feels better soon!}}