Her smile was contagious, and the giggling didn't help as a smile of his one spread across his lips. "You had like, 2 wine coolers at best down there, at least I can hold my liquor you light weight. Now stop giggling, before you throw up on our bed." He leaned down, pulling the blanket up over her as she stretched. A quick flick to the horns made him laugh a little before he realized just how close they were before he reeled himself back, keeping the smile plastered on. "Get changed into something you're going to wear tonight, I'll be right back." Making his way out of the room, he let the door swing shut behind him as he held his head and signed. "The fuck am I doing." Making his way back down the stairs, he walked up to the bar tender, and asked for some more water and an extra pillow.<br/><br/>"What, need something to put over her mouth?" the bartender said as he put a jug of water on the counter, "Or maybe just for some better positioning?" The grin plastered across it's face was ruined by the number of sharp teeth that filled his mouth, needle like in appearance.<br/><br/>"I'm not sleeping with her, I'm traveling with her, we work together. And no, there just isn't enough pillows for the two of us in such a tiny room." His response was a little sour, and he realized he was still fighting himself over the fact that Shula was looking like someone he wanted to...<i>No, it's just that fucking potion! </i>Even now he had to chide himself. Grabbing what the keep had been polite enough to provide, he made his way back up the stairs.