He rolled off the bed, ignoring her, limping a bit from how sore he was. He could remember mounting the succubus three times, the noble woman twice, and one of the maids after the noble had passed out before finally having to heed his exhaustion. He limped to the table with his clothing on it, and pulled out a certain leather sack, flipping it in the air twice before turning and glaring at her over his shoulder. He simply stared at her, his fury clear for the succubus, before stuffing his armor and clothing into the bag of holding, and limping out, knowing he had seen a bathroom on his way over to the noble womans' room.<br/><br/>He found it, not far from her room, and made himself a bath, using a bit of magic to heat the water, washing quickly to get the juices and smell off of himself, and running another to actually soak in. He relaxed, enjoying the feeling of warmth spreading through him, his muscles relaxing in the soothing heat, a couple uses of the ring of healing to ensure they didn't cramp up on him later just to make sure.