“Y…yes. Yes you should have.” Gillian says, responding blankly to the young captain. There is a beat of pause, Gillian still sort of stunned from the situation, Anton’s words barely registering in the knights stupor. “Swell?..wha-” He begins to slur, as another young knight introduces herself, it suddenly dawning on him on how suspect all this must look. 

The door to the private bath slams shut, existential panic now setting in. He..just flashed a the captain...unintentionally to be sure, but he doubted others would see it that way. God forbid Tyaethe catch wind of it. There is a hushed string of curses as he rapidly puts on trousers before the door is thrown back open. “I uh…apologize about that captain!” he says, face furiously red as he buttons his shirt quickly and somewhat clumsily.  “I hope we can keep this incident between ourselves….and the two people who saw it…” he begins to ramble a bit, “I mean I’m willing to forget this happened provided you three return the favor…about forgetting not me seein-…” He pauses, realizing he’s only making the situation more awkward for everyone involved. He groans, rubbing his eyes, “Mayon just kill me now please." Meanwhile, in the back of his mind he swears that should get get out of this situation with his life(having long since lost hope for his dignity) that he'd never step foot in Candaeln for the rest of his days.