Listening to the barely coherent statements coming from the two ladies, Aethon briefly contemplates how much alcohol (or other substances) one would need to consume to be that far gone.  His more pragmatic and significantly less picky side quickly decides that it doesn't matter much to the current situation.  He hadn't expected them to be nearly as...forward as they had been, but it's an extra bonus that he certainly won't turn down.  "I'm not quite a horse, but there's little enough difference where it matters, I suppose."<br/><br/>Leaning down slightly, he gives her as much of a peck on the cheek as his scaled visage can manage before lightly nibbling his way down her neck to her shoulder.  Turning to the stairs, he motions to the pair and waves them on.  "Just follow my friend here, and we can continue on."  Gently guiding them toward the stairs, he follows them up, using his bulk to herd them along to Misha's room.