Pouting, Lambert sits up and takes the rag to clean himself. "You're sleeping in my room until we get that fixed." He takes care of clean-up as quickly as he can, then hands the rag back to Eskel and burrows back under the blanket...only to be reminded of the mess he'd made. He grimaces at the feeling of his own cold spend on his skin.

"Maybe...we should go now. I'll, uh...take care of your sheets tomorrow." At least he has the decency to look sheepish about it.