[Poggio]

He did not wake, not for Ambrosia as he left, not for his dog that wandered loudly to his cage, or the doctor and let himself inside the apartment hours later. Galvin felt nothing as the man handled his limbs, inspecting every inch of his body. It wasn't until the man slipped the tiny sliver needle into his arm, that both he and his loins shamefully woke. There was a not of concern in the old eyes but Galvin said nothing. Instead he fell back among his pillows trying to recapture his sleep.

(If you want he will wake up way later. He will be hungry for what ever Ambrosia likes including sex, though the doctor will have warned Ambrosia not to be too rough)