Whatever this lab setup is, it is some serious alchemical business. Things brew and bubble quietly, some mechanism somewhere ticks calmly to itself, there are several things glowing under their own power that shouldn't be--he's mad but brilliant, this one.

The mad alchemist in question, however, is indeed passed out on the bed, scandalously undressed. He lies sprawled on his back, head dropped to one side, his breathing so slow and quiet that an ordinary person might mistake him for dead. But he's very warm, faintly flushed, some of his hair ever so slightly damp, in that manner only the very deeply asleep can achieve. He doesn't notice, therefore, when she crosses to the shelf where his gauntlets sit.

But the moment she reaches for them there's a bright flash of light and indescribable energy from them and he gasps loudly, eyes flying open.