He limped out, glad to finally be released, and while he had been planning to return to Audrey, but that was before the dragoness had ridden him to the point of severe bruising. A good bath, a nice conversation with Mirada, and then a bit of unconsciousness that passed for his sleep. He really just wanted to go lie down and wait for the world to get right side up, at least as far as he was concerned. A succubus, noblewoman, and now a dragoness, and none of them had the companionably he craved. The succubus probably considered him little more than lunch and some creature comfort, the dragoness clearly only valued him as a sex toy, and Audrey was enthralled with him because of the succubus. He sighed softly to himself, as he slipped absentmindedly through an alleyway, that his somewhat civil conversations with Mirada were probably the closest thing he could get to a 'normal' relationship with a woman. And she was still fuming on being a slave, despite it being in name only, and working with a crook like him.<br/><br/>He paused outside the tavern, taking a moment to compose himself again, forcing himself to appear 'normal,' and headed to his room, pausing to get his usual pitcher of ale and ask for Mirada, and to have another pitcher delivered in about an hour. A brief glance around the room showed that Arixia was out and about, likely with one of the trainees, and he relaxed a bit, not having to put on the usual show for her. He got the permanent tub filled with water, and then used a bit of his magic to heat it up, before carefully stripping down and slipping in.