[Liethell]

"Well, give yourself time to wake up." He yawns and rubs his eyes one more time, "We'll pack up what we have here and find ourselves breakfast somewhere. We have a bit of travelling to do, I'm not staying in this city..." He stretches and yawns, and he begins to undress himself. In front of Vincent. Without a care in the world.

His skin looks just as smooth as it did last night, but across his whole back and the left side of his chest and stomach, he has an old, gnarled, discolored scar. Beyond that, he is otherwise quite an attractive man and he knows it. He fumbles around the room in the nude, first searching under a nightstand, then under Vincent's bed. He pulls out an old satchel from under it and digs there for clothing, mumbling something about room heaters and dressing warmly...