It wasn't quite that Kay was shallow, she just... well, bluntly, she hated sleeping alone, and tended to view sex as just a fun thing people did, without much in the way of extra emotional connotations. At least, for her. She knew others didn't feel the same. That was why, in the morning- after snoring and gurgling the night away- Kay accepts the kiss with a grin. "Well, isn't that sweet?" the faun says, grinning- before giving the man a quick peck and swinging out of bed, still naked. "Wakey wakey, Jon! Up and at 'em!" She prods under the bed with one hoof, to see if the man had died overnight from acute alcohol poisoning. She also delayed her re-dressing until both of the men in the room have had a chance to get a good long look at her rear from behind before pulling her clothes back on- and yet when she bopped on downstairs, cheerful and lively, anyone who hadn't been kept up by the loud thumping noises the night before would have been hard-pressed to figure out what she'd been doing. "Morning, folks!" She calls out, little stubby tail wagging.