"No, we probably should attempt to make ourselves decent, shouldn't we?" Marius sighs, letting sensibility cloud his words, much as he doesn't want it to. They both do need to eat, if for nothing else, to keep up their stamina. And after the delights of both the past night and this morning, Marius knows they both could use a good wash.

He rolls over with a groan, moving to sit up and place his feet on the ground. He stands up, wobbling. Images fill his mind like steam from the shower Rat's mentioned; the perfume of soap and warm water running over entwined bodies, hands pressing desperately against glass.

He sighs again, feels it shuddering through his body. He shakes his head, his long, red hair flying out as he does so. "We should attempt productivity I suppose."