Djhango definitly had woken up now. He stopped organizing his belongings to turn towards Alf. "...Do you mean injection, or ingestion?" He asked. Djhango was starting to get angry but wasn't showing the expression of anger, just a stoic face. The day had been long, he wanted to sleep, he couldn't as the rise of heat and the sweet smell woke him up. Well, he didn't mind the sweet smell at all, but in this case he was going to use it as ammo. And now, his roommate wanted to either make him drink something or give him a shot of something, so his roommate would know that his own possessions were safe. Not to mention that everyone's belongings had an "essence" to them so if it were taken out of the room it would end up right back there.