Krystoff had just showered and pulled on his lounge wear, a tank top and soft-linen drawstring pants. He clomped down the hall, aiming for the kitchen, until he caught a familiar whiff. "Weeell hello, what do we have here?" Krystoff had already requested a bit of R&R from Damian. Even after a full night's rest and a good dinner, he wasn't feeling his best after the Azoth treatment. He'd have to ask Damian what the hell was in that purple miracle medicine, but for now, he sought a different kind of medication. He stopped in front of Alexi's room, knocking a familiar pattern and then putting his face to the door, speaking just loud enough to be heard over her music. "Oh dear sister! I thought we taught you that sharing is caaaring!" he said in a singsong voice. A little bit of the good good sounded very appealing to an ache-ridden Krystoff. "I swear I won't tell anyone else..." He whined, bargaining his way into a smoke up.