He drank. As ordered. Then headed for the bathroom to do his own thing. With a few minutes to himself, he had time to properly think about what had happened earlier, how her lips had felt against his, how her breath had tasted.

He knew he brushed his teeth because he could taste the mint of the toothpaste, but he didn't remember doing it.

With a sigh, he got himself another mug of water and carried it out to his nightstand.