Yeah. You wouldn't have seen a lot of people like you or I flaunting themselves. [ It's almost strange knowing that he could go out here and not have to worry about blending in. He thinks to ask about the gods, but he doesn't care for gods in general, and then his focus slips when Vrenille's hands are suddenly on him. Pain radiates through his shoulder as he shifts, a crease in his brow as he looks down at him. He's capable of undressing himself, but it would take longer and look considerably more ridiculous if he did. He absently wonders if mixing alcohol and the effects of silver that have his blood feeling uncomfortably warm had been such a good idea.

He exhales, canting his hips lightly. ] They'll tell me I've made worse decisions than this. Much worse, with far more unfavorable company.