"I guess it really has been a while," Fayt mused in between spoonfuls of his soup. "I haven't had a room all to myself since leaving my own home... a couple months ago, it's been by now."
Nel narrowed her eyes at him slightly while blowing on her own stew to cool it down a bit. "Just don't mess the room up too badly, alright? Just because the rest of the group is at the inn doesn't mean you can rearrange the guest room entirely."
Clair giggled behind her hand for a moment, finished chewing, and gave Nel a lopsided grin. "I highly doubt he can make the room look any worse than my father has, several times now."
Fayt just shook his head, staring off into space. "I'm not thinking of moving the furniture or anything, I just haven't slept in anything less than fully dressed in weeks, let alone raw. The beds here are really nice, and-" CLATTER "...what?"
Farleen's fork had dropped from her hand as she stared at Fayt. Tynave waved her hand in front of her purple-haired partner's face a couple times before she snapped back to reality with a high-pitched moan. "Thanks a whole lot, Fayt. That image ensures I'll be way too busy to get any sleep tonight."
Fayt blushed and went back to his food - but the consequences weren't done yet. "Oh, no. If she's going to do that all night, I may as well do the same."
Nel stared at her blond subordinate for a few moments before gathering enough courage to ask, "How does that work?"
Tynave sank her face into her hands. "We share a room, remember? I'll -never- be able to sleep through that much squeaking. You know how a mouse sounds when you catch it by the tail? That 'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' noise? That's what I'm in for, every 15 minutes, the whole night. I might as well amuse myself as well, since I'm not going to be getting any sleep."
Fayt's face had been getting redder and redder, and finally he excused himself from the table. "This is entirely too much information for me. I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed."
Clair spat out a spoonful of soup. "Well, thank you very much, Fayt. THAT image is going to be haunting me in a similar manner tonight. There's not going to be a lot of work getting done in this mansion this evening..."
Nel rolled her eyes. "Not you too, Clair? Those two, I can see keeping themselves or possibly each other busy all night-" "Lady Nel!" "No way!" "-but I honestly expected more self-control out of you."
Clair gave the redhead a sidelong look. "Self-control? Should I take that to mean that you're feeding off these images as well?"
Nel shook her head a moment, blushing slightly, and said the first defense that came to mind - "Of course not, he's much hotter on the battlefield than-" She stopped herself in midsentence, her face now the same bright crimson as her hair. "I think I may need a very -cold- shower when you're done, Fayt."
Fayt shook his head. "Look, I didn't mean to cause so much trouble. But I think I know how to fix all this."
Clair looked at him with a new curiosity. Nel looked at him warily. Tynave's expression was unreadable, and Farleen just looked hungrily. But he had all of their attention. So he dropped the hammer.
"Just imagine, for a moment..."
"Yes?" "Yes?" "What?" "Go on."
"Adray naked. MENTAL PICTURES."
"..." "..." "..." "..."
Their already overactive imaginations proved to be their undoing.
"OH, APRIS, NO!" "UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" "UGH, NOT MY FATHER!" "I NEED TO STAB SOMEONE IN THE FACE -RIGHT NOW-."
"You're welcome, ladies. Good night."