Well... Oscar didn't know what to do. He frowned at the man on his couch before walking over to the kitchen, leaning on the counter. He watched Volgin from that spot for a minute or so before deciding upon a course of action: he should wake up this person and ask him what he was doing there.

He seemed pretty intimidating, even in his sleep, though. Oscar expected a temper.

The mercenary approached the sofa for the final time, stopping at the end of the couch closest to Volgin's head. He softly nudged the giant's shoulder. "Um... sir?" he said softly.