Circe had a hangover. Her head hurt, she was still wearing most of her business pants and dress shirt, albeit the latter was mostly unbuttoned. Her tie was wrapped around her forehead! There was all the tell tale signs of of a wild night. Plus she remembered clearing two tequila bottles after buying four. About the only thing abnormal for her hangovers was that she wasn't cold. She was wrapped around something quite warm in fact. It even seemed to be snaking around her back.
Oh, and there was something fluffy near her face. Her arms and legs wrapped around the source of warmth tighter, her face rubbing against the the fluffy strands. No concern made for what she was pressing her body up against. Circe smiled contentedly as she mumbled out, "Caldo."
Circe didn't really care save for staying warm. She didn't even wonder what she was cuddling nor where John happened to be. John Doe however should know exactly where Circe is as soon as he woke up. He was a excellent heat source.