Marius snorts, shaking his head. "Only put me on stage if you want to see how quickly I turn into a tomato. Or dive off the stage, into a poor, unsuspecting audience member." He sighs at the kisses, letting their gentleness wash right through him.

He watches Rat rise and wrap a robe around himself, leaving the tub, with a small, regretful noise. But then, he catches wind of what sounds like a cart, and so he, too, rises and follows after Rat in wrapping himself up in a robe.

Marius doesn't even bother with his own boxers when the knock comes. Shaking out his wet hair, he moves to answer it.

"Good morning," he says to the perplexed hotel employee behind the door, trying to smile cheerfully. "I do believe that is all of ours, thank you."