[Poggio]

He was still very lucid from the mixture of things pumping into him. But if his walk to the bath room told him anything it was that he could not service anything to night least of all a metal pole and a drink. He let one of his legs twist over Ambrosias. "I guess some one has to stay home and take care of you." he said through a raspy voice. Twisting his head upwards he offered the chin a kiss.