"Mrshooos," I repeated, squeezing my eyes shut to try to force my brain to focus. The disjointed syllables didn't have any meaning in my brain so I tried again. 

"Mi shoos," that sounded somewhat better and it triggered something in my brain. I looked down to find that my feet were dirty from the walk across the deck.

"Shoes," I said at last nodding, though what the point of the comment had been had now escaped me. By the God Emperor I was drunk. I turned my attention, such as it was, back to Hadrian. I remembered that he was a very good dancer and that he could do a lot of pushups. It was difficult to focus my mind, but one of the benefits of being a psyker is that you learn to work past some things.

"Yoosh don't have to...whaa," unbeknownst to me I had been drifting slightly sideways and I hit the side of my bed and toppled in in a flutter of red silk. I was dimly aware that the new configuration of the silk meant that my undergarments were exposed but I couldn't come up with a plan to rectify it that my hands would cooperate with.

"Don't have to apologize," I managed, dogedly clinging to the train of thought despite its best efforts to escape me.

"You are an 'quistor afterall," I continued, a slight tone of wonder in my voice. Few scenarios I had ever imagined involved meeting an Inquisitor, and none of those were particularly plesant.

"None the less," Hadrian continued.

"We are ok," I was getting very musy and I wriggled to settle myself in the sheets. Hadrian nodded and turned for the door.

"Had'ian," I managed as sleep began to close over me. He turned and I sensed rather than saw that he had arched an eyebrow.

"Thank you for not shooting me."