Through the half-closed shutters, Vetinari can see the edge of the rising moon. The city is, from this angle, invisible. It's silent, too, so late on Hogswatch eve.
Rufus stirs beside him and mutters in his sleep. His arm is flung over Vetinari's chest with gentle, unconscious possessiveness. Vetinari rolls towards him, shutting out even the moon. Rufus's hair smells sweet and his body is warm.
This is the longest night of the year. Vetinari means to spend it all here in this bed. He won't get up and work. He will let time pass unmeasured, and almost slow enough.