Mostly it was just ramblings of the dying and infirm. Ardnt paid such words little mind, easy to ignore because he wasn’t threatened by them. The guard had been in a position of power and his swinging his dick around like he was the top dog had earned him a swift lesson. Now, surrounded by the sick and injured after a decent days work it didn’t prick Ardnt’s temper, or maybe they just weren’t saying the right things.<br/><br/>Ardnt thought he’d even sleep alright after a cold and tasteless meal. One he didn’t complain about because he didn’t feel it was owed. He dressed down to just the trousers, thinking his stitches would be enough to warrant him going without the top tunic. It was more like the clothing made him feel like he was strangling. A little on edge to be resting in a room full of strangers. It took him a bit, as it always did, he eventually found his way to sleep.<br/><br/>Luitwin’s first touch hadn't pulled him from his slumber, the man moving so quietly and carefully. When that hand placed itself back on his person Ardnt’s body seized up and reacted. He grabbed the man, reaching for his throat, taking him down to the floor in a flurry of limbs. His hips were pinning the slighter man beneath him, ready for a struggle, and Luitwin got a taste of what came naturally to those hands as they tightened around his skinny throat. Once Ardnt realized who it was and what he was doing he let go immediately, moving himself off the monk.<br/><br/>“Fucking hell, Luitwin,” Ardnt growled low, trying not to draw any more attention than he’d already done. “What were you thinking sneaking around me like that? What were you doing? Next time wake me. A tap with your foot to the cot would have done it. In my world, only a killer might want to try to sneak around like that, or a lover, and I imagine you’d prefer I not peg you for either. Fuck,<i> fuck</i>.” Ardnt was good and agitated, adrenaline coursing through him, and worried how Luitwin’s light, delicate skin would take to bruising. He’d just gotten there and that wasn’t how he wished to be perceived; as violent. Especially towards Luitwin.