He presses his lips to her shoulder again, his eyelids falling closed for a moment as she brushes his hair away.

"'Kay."

His fingers slide from hers, and he rolls back over to scoot off the bed, pulling his pants up at the same time.

He hasn't even taken his boots off either -- it's a habit. Just in case whoever he's with decides to kick him out.

Taking a drinking glass off the desk, he heads to the washroom when he pauses with his hand on the knob.

"Guess I can let the cats out, huh?"