By the time Adriaan turns around, Kay's already managed to strip completely nude. Armor and clothes get left in a pile beside the bed, a fold of her cloak almost covering Jon's head where it sticks out a little from under the bed, but Kay doesn't pay *that* any heed. Instead, she bounds into bed enthusiastically enough that the mattress sags enough to brush against the poor drunkard's side. After her meal in the arena, Kay's- well, she eliminated most of him, but she's got enough padding left on her to be fairly soft, and with or without protestations she's going to be wrapping up the wagering man in a slightly fuzzy embrace, tugging the covers up above them both with her free arm. Though it's out of view, her tufted tail is wagging frantically back and forth. "Been too long," Kay says, though in actual point of fact she'd be saying that even if she'd just woken up with someone else that same morning. "Don't mind if I do-" and if the kiss she follows up *that* invitation with has just a liiiiitttle too much tongue in it for it to *not* be Kay checking out another of her companions' flavor, well, it was still mostly just a kiss.