Knocking before entering, he realized the she-dragon was already half asleep when he came in. "No, I grabbed you some water so you could swish. If I have to be sleeping close enough to smell your breath, I don't want it to smell like demon food and shitty booze. Also, you might get thirsty in the night, and I don't want you waking me up to go get some. By the way, we don't have a waste bin, or a bathroom, so if you vomit, you'd better take it to the hallway."<br/><br/>The smile hadn't left his face, the devious grin returning before he had even made it back to the room. He was quite sure how he was going to sleep to her now, with his mind still all bugged and bothered from the potion.<i>Hopefully that shit doesn't last overnight. </i>He told himself it couldn't possibly last that long. And what the hell was he supposed to do if it did. It made it harder that she was looking better and better, the blanket half thrown over her revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing pants. Either that, or pants that only covered the very top part of her thighs.<br/><br/>Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took a big drink of the water, probably draining a fourth of the jug in the process. He wasn't sure was that potion was, but it dried out his mouth a little, now that he'd thought about it.<i>Ironic, considering how fucking thirsty you are getting, </i>he laughed to himself. Stretching his arms a little bit, he reached down behind him, grabbing the nape of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. "Now don't get too comfortable with me, I always sleep shirtless, it doesn't rub my scars as bad."