"Bmrhr?" is his first sleepy word.
"Ah, geez, did we wake you? I'm sorry. It's not an emergency anymore, you can go back to bed and we can call back in like five hours."
"'m 'lready here," he mumbles. Leaaaaan towards the side.
"Okay, uh, there's a dragon weighted to the floor of the Belfry, we are thinking mirror-enhanced parole."
"Yeah, we wanted to talk to her about sleep-spelling Prime and loaning one of her robots to the project of supervising the dragon."
He gets up to retrieve his wife. Thankfully, it turns out he's wearing pants.
"... I feel kind of bad, but also, sleepy male albino version of myself. He's surprisingly adorable."
Pick up Vern. Put her on Isabella. Wave at her in a 'go on' fashion. Vern gets to take care of the rest.
"... Isabella," says Vern, gently, nuzzling. "Sorry, dear, there is a thing."
"...Grand." Isabella puts Vern on her shoulder and wraps a sheet around herself for the benefit of the people on the other end of the mirror and pads over. "What d'you need me for?"
Cypress dutifully follows, and snuggles his wife. Also maybe uses her as a pillow, a bit. Hey, Vern's taking up one shoulder, the other's perfectly free.
"We need to know if your robot army can monitor a dragon intelligently, and also to put Prime to sleep so we can have the magic monitoring equipment."
"Uh, probably? What do you need to catch the dragon doing? Does Prime want to go to sleep, like, now?"
"We're putting the dragon on parole. And - sooner's better, but - Prime?"
"Bizarrely enough, I will need some time to wrap up some work of mine before I go to bed for twelve hours at a strange time of the day."
"I understand that you want to put the dragon on parole, I don't know what fine distinctions you need my robots to be able to make to put one on the job."
"If he does magic, violence, talks to other dragons, talks about sphinxes or comes up with a code to discreetly do so," says Cam, "we would like that reported to a non-robot."