His shoulders heaved slightly, and he made an effort to mumble something, but it came out distorted and muffled. On the left side of the hammock, croching by his side was the frustrated granddaughter. Glaring at Dracula, her lips tightened- forcing the muscles of her jaws to tauten.
Nexus on the other hand, merely smiled;
"You old devil, you had better sleep while you can."
He slapped Dracula's right shoulder gently- sending the suspended hammock into light oscillations;
"–you're so close to the grave, you're better off practicing sleeping for eternity anyway."
As Nexus turned away, surprisingly, Dracula mumbled a rather sleepy but witty response;
". . .I'm not dying yet. . .you pessimistic brat. . ."
Nexus' eyes brightened- obviously amused by the old man's rebuttal. With trembling shoulders, he threw his head back and howled in laughter;
