Scud pushed himself up, blinked as he was left alone, and then let himself flop back down to keep his face buried a moment. He turned over once he heard the bathroom door and sighed. "It was definitely something I said." A facial shrug and Scud found himself talking to himself in a low tone as he made himself comfortable. "Note to self - never ask about how Deacon smells. Because apparently, it's a bad idea..."