[More ridiculous and also, Vrenille suspects, considerably more painful. He’s not trying to start anything here, he just figures that it makes more sense this way, with him opening the front of Jericho’s pants and sliding them down as he complies with the gesture.] In that case they’ll be very right. Not that I know anything about the worse company you’ve kept before. I just know a thing or two about the company here—besides me, I mean.

[He sets Jericho’s trousers on a chair and starts to get himself changed for bed as well. It’s different than the way he behaves when he’s working—a genuine casualness that’s more intimate than just him taking his clothes off. He takes his clothes off for a lot of people, but he takes his game face off for very few. The number who’ve seen him in his bedroom pulling on his simple cotton pyjama pants like this is well under a dozen.] Just roll with it in the morning, yeah? Even if it seems a bit strange.

[Whatever Jericho is or isn’t used to seeing as far as nonhumans flaunting themselves, he’s willing to bet it won’t hold a candle to what he’s going to see here by the light of day.]