Even through the one floor and thick door that separated him from the accursed banshee, Anel still winced as Rubee's screeching for a role-call reached his ears. Vaguely he supposed that the main reason she was hired had to be the volume of her lungs, and he added bitterly that he would rather like to stand in front of her and shout right back; if anyone could match her impressive screech, it was surely him.<br/><br/>But that was the more usual Anel; the bitchy, yet always seductive and smooth Anel. He was in no mood to be so as he rested heavily on his bed; rope burns were clear upon his slender wrists, angry red lines from the gag upon either side of his lips and a random pattern of reddened flesh littered his chest from the wax treatment he had received. Of course, the worst damage; the irreparable and damning damage was between his legs... But he didn't want to think about that.<br/><br/>He couldn't even bring himself to curse and swear at Gareth as the man left his room to God-knows where and he forced himself slowly to his feet, slipping a simple black silken dressing gown over his figure. He made his way slowly downstairs not for the call for whores; he didn't care about that. He was alcohol... There was a wonderful bottle of strong and horrible whiskey that called to him. Anel knew that he would look a terrible state as he pushed open the door to the common room, speaking not a word to anyone as he fixed his gaze upon the wooden cabinet that held the alcohol.<br/><br/>Perhaps if he didn't look at anyone, he would be invisible?<br/><br/>As it happened, he couldn't help but briefly glare with as much strength as he could muster at the Master and Bodyguard; where had they been? Not doing their jobs. Probably fucking in the grand chambers. A small scoff passed between his lips and he opened the cabinet, retrieving the bottle and turning the limp straight back out, fully intent on leaving.<br/><br/>"By the way... You should shut up more." He muttered weakly to Rubee, the comment being pitiful and the tone used was one that clearly showed the blond was not feeling his best.