Again, Nicholas just stared at Mattie with the most blank expression. The room was slightly swaying, or maybe it was him. But he was faintly aware of leaning against Mattie as he was led into what looked like a bathroom through the narrow slits that were currently his eyelids. It was both too dark to see and painfully bright. When he felt the hand holding his arm release, he plopped onto the closed toilet seat.

"You're getting a fucking bath, courtesy me," was the words he registered. The first part sounded a little fuzzy to his intoxicated mind. Still, he understood the concept, and he started to sluggishly remove his clothing.