Lukas grunts and starts to toss his shirt over towards the fire... but manages to catch it by one sleeve when he realizes that Tamara's already put out a bunch of other things to dry. He'd completely forgotten to take care of that, of course... but he can't really acknowledge that. Not without looking and feeling every bit the hothead he chided her for being all the time.<br/><br/>"And he might have... but you noticed him. And it's not like we can ask him questions now, so we can't be sure what he was planning... maybe it was just a demon that likes watching people sleep at night?" The daggerdare smirks at his own wit... only to be caught off-guard by the woman's statement and offer.<em>What goes around comes around, I guess.</em><br/><br/>Of course, the one bed will be problematic... but it's nothing that can't be worked around. Sure, they're certainly not about to share it; but if nothing else, he can doze on the floor or make like a drunk and pass out on the bar downstairs.<br/><br/>"I... Yea. A bottle of whiskey, preferably distilled from actual fire..." With a smirk, the dagger-dare uses his damp shirt to mop up some small bit of water from his hair, before laying it out over the back of a chair to dry. "Better make that two... I'm starting to feel like my toes are made of ice."<br/><br/>Which reminds him that while his shirt is off to dry, everything else is still clinging damply to his body. Absent-mindedly, he starts to peel off the boots and everything else, one piece at a time, and lay them out as close as he can get to the fire...