I'll be out of your hair by morning, promise. And if anyone is unhappy over it, you should of course tell them it was all my fault. Some drunk rowdy submissive gatecrashed your home and you couldn't get him to leave again, maybe they'll drag me back to that dive of a room and I won't have to worry about finding it.

[Unseen by her, he's smiling, all tease.]

In all seriousness though, I don't want to cause trouble for you, Pasha. Much as I want to meet this royal suitor of yours, I won't do anything that has the potential to put you at any kind of risk. I could even hold off on the rum, no doubt I'll soon sober up.