He smirked, and then stripped off the shirt, showing off the three scars from his medal of honor. One in the belly from friendly fire, and two more on the upper torso where his armor had turned aside full hits, making them grazes. Not that spectacular compared to what spears and swords could inflict and leave you alive with, but most soldiers with that many got discharged due to medical reasons. "Of course, if I keep going, you will have to follow suit, and then Meridia will get to bitch at me for taking advantage of you. Though I have been practically living out of that armor for the last three days, except for a quick bath the night before I accidentally created you."<br/><br/>He shook his head after a rather large yawn, but then again, they had been talking for nearly ten hours at that point, and he had not even realized he could do that. Most of the time, he just sat in the back of the discussion, making appropriate comments when required, but otherwise keeping silent. He considered the bed, before shrugging. "I will do the honorable thing, and point out that you do have your own room, but judging by your snarking, I have a hunch you are less interested in sleeping alone."