Fendros turned his head to Ahnasha, who had awoken and seemed to have disheveled... bed hair, he suppose it would be called. "I uh... I remember some of it, yes. It was... certainly very different," Fendros grumbled, looking baggy-eyed and a little worse for wear himself. "I'm... I apologise, Ahnasha. I didn't plan for this to happen," Fendros said, running his fingers through his hair, "I understand if you're angry with me, I should have stayed in control." In reality, Fendros was mostly angry at himself for laying with a Khajiit. He never even would have dreamed of such a thing before, much less consider it. He didn't even know it was possible.

The schtick that he was reciting was something he often found himself doing after waking up next to a woman after a drunken night. Most of the time they were local imperial girls, those events made him feel strange enough, nothing said about those of the beast races. [i]Father would [/i]murder[i] me if he found out about this...[/i] Fendros thought.