It seemed so unusual to place such complete trust in another person, especially one he'd known for such a short amount of time. Petal seemed like such a genuine soul, though. He supposed if any ill came of trusting her it would be his own fault for allowing himself to get comfortable and not hers. Toren imagined any immediate harm coming his way from her would be the result of his master's doing anyhow, probably forcing her to make a decision that had no positive outcome. It was quite easy to choose yourself over another person, especially a slave. He wouldn't ever blame her for that.
"They recognize a kind soul," he admired thoughtfully, hiding a yawn behind a fist as he pulled his legs up to curl up in the chair. He added teasingly, "They just can't stand being away from you."
Looking to the door again he fell silent, just listening. Again it didn't seem dangerous, like his master might allow them privacy. That was a little bit scary to think on, though, for he was certain the vampire had been alerted to their location by then.
"Thank you, truly," he murmured gratefully, adjusting himself this way and that before deciding to simply rest his head upon his shoulder. In his years in that house the slave had mastered the art of napping wherever it was possible even if only briefly. He'd certainly slept in worse places than a cushy chair in one of the guest bedchambers so he really saw no reason to be anything other than genuinely thankful.
"Wake me if you need anything. Or whenever you would like to go back downstairs," he insisted, his eyes drooping sleepily as he stared at the books before adding, "Or if my master will come, so he doesn't think I'm lazy around you." And with that Toren was out just a few moments later, entirely accustomed to being an opportunist when it came to napping during daylight hours.