He breathes out, and the smile he gives her is the most brilliant one anyone in Rubilykskoye has yet seen from him. This is a terrible idea, he knows that in the back of his mind, and at the moment, he doesn't care. Not when Vex is giving him a look like she wants more than she could possibly say.

"Do you have some bedding to speak of?" He's teasing, already reaching for his cane. This might not have the feverish intensity of their first night together in Whitestone, but what he lacks in constitution, he can more than make up in his knowledge of what she likes. "Since you haven't got a bed."

He's going to need something between him and the floorboards, or he's going to wake up tomorrow with bruises at every bony joint.