Eventually, she fell asleep. She usually didn't sleep, but she was somewhat tired and feeling lazy from eating the pizza. When she woke, she sat up, seeing that Reno was still sleeping. She looked over to the cart where the pizza boxes still were, her stomach rumbling at the thought of its stuffed crust. Eating was also something she didn't have to do, but her stomach craved more pizza because she knew it was there, rather than actually being hungry. Human food for her was a guilty pleasure for her since it wasn't necessary. The dragon chameleon looked back to Reno, resentful that they weren't separated because she'd have to wake him up to get to the pizza, which, in her book was more trouble than it was worth. A scowl plastered her features, irritated that there was no instant gratification for her situation.
Carefully, she leaned over him, inspecting him as he slept, merely a couple of inches from his face. He looked peaceful for once in his life. Again, she wished that she was separated from him or that she was one of the demons that had been gifted with telekinesis. She wanted to wake him up as rudely as possible, and she chuckled at the thought of putting shaving cream on his hand and bothering his whiskers as he slept to make him rub it all over his face. She pushed up on of his lips with her claw, pulling it back in case he would wake, but to her luck, he hadn't. He just turned his head uneasily and rubbed at his face.
Quickly, she started to shout and bounce on the bed, "HOLY CRAP, RENO, THE HOTEL IN ON FIRE, WAKE UP!"