“I can out for a smoke, same as you often do. Like checking on things,” Osran defended. “Not my fault you two have grand timing.” He was dressed down for the night, not wearing anything particularly warm. He hadn't been out all that long, mostly seeing who was still awake to socialize with. Sometimes he got lucky. He really did think Vasyli had done to bed, not having noticed him sneaking off. Where had he gone? Kevice's posturing did nothing to irritate the man all that much. He was still half-smiles and smug knowing that he'd caught them.<br/><br/>Osran watched them move along, both going towards Vasyli's tent. It was obvious the tall elf was half out of it, but capable enough of putting up a fuss if he was still in possession of his quick sarcasm. It was harder to tell with Kevice. He didn't know him as well and he'd always found him a bit strange even on a good day. He wasn't the sort he'd expected Vasyli to pair up with and he wondered what the appeal was.<br/><br/><br/>“He's nosy, that's for damn sure,” Vasyli grumbled once in his tent. He lit one candle so that he could take off his shoes and coat. Kevice asked if he should go and the other elf looked up to him in consideration, other thoughts running through his mind.<br/><br/>“No, stay. It'll drive him crazy. He's probably going to wait around to make sure you leave,” Vasyli decided, mischief and spitefulness decorating his tone. “He'd never admit anything to anyone because then he'd also have to admit that you got an invitation before him. His pride won't allow it.” He was smiling, lazy and half-lidded. If Osran wanted to be so damn nosy checking up on him then he'd give him something to think about. Kevice had proven to be a halfway decent individual. If he was going to pull something untoward he would have done so already, back when he was less like his usual self. The walk home had helped in that regard, but he was still sleepy.<br/><br/>“This isn't an invitation to get overly friendly,” he decided to make clear. Kevice seemed like a person that needed drawn boundaries and no mixed signals. He'd stopped reverting to his old habits of flirtation and forwardness but Vasyli wasn't sure what might bring such behavior back with a vengeance. Moving over to make room for him in the bed could be taken for something more than just allowing him to sleep off the drug if he didn't say just that.<br/><br/>“Probably best. Don't want Osran trying to get information out of you. If anyone is going to feed the gossip tree I'd do so myself.” Regulate what was getting around about him even if he imagined Osran wouldn't say anything at all about the incident. Vasyli yawned, arranging his many blankets.<br/><br/>“At least it wasn't Mathis. I'm sure he would have known exactly what we'd done.” And been none too happy for it. It wasn't the sort of wandering he wanted his performers getting around to.<br/><br/>“Blow out the candle before you get into the bed.”