"<i>She wants more?</i>" His heart skips a few beats at the implications of this, already feeling more alive than he ever had before as he floats about in his fading post-coitus high. He hops up off the bar and his ears go back as a few of the waitress' who'd seen the spectacle whistled and a few of the patrons made some crude innuendos. He turns about quickly and pulls up his hose, loosely buckling his belt before he scoops his music book and violin in to his arms. He turns back to Mary and nods, motioning to the stairs with his head before he hurries past her. Eager to flee the eyes of the inn patrons as he ascends the stairs and stops in the hall lined with doors to the private rooms.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>