Blackfeather Woods i'm wide awake

He turned his head to look who called Cicero's name. He remembered this boy, though not overly strong. He meant little to Sheogorath, but he remembered that Cicero had once taught him a thing or two about plants and their effects. Sheogorath was not as avid as Cicero when it came to the abuse of such plants. He preferred more lively forms of pain, and he preferred to be in control.

Sheogorath scrambled to his feet to look at Seff, who'd sat down by now, adopting a more dominant posture than Cicero tended to (he did not curl his tail up or raise his head high, but he made more eye contact and held himself a bit higher; like a leader rather than Cicero's neutral posture). "What's up, boy?" he asked. "Glad to be back?" Likely the answer was 'yes'; why else had he returned? Sheogorath sure shared the sentiment.