"No, privacy would be great," Duke glanced sideways at Bomba, almost glaring, but quickly grinned. "Good. I'm going to need something since Theo can't provide." Even though he'd winced before, he walked easily and lead the way to a spare room, already starting to undo his pants on the way. Clearly Theodore had no problem with people exposing themselves and at least Duke was wearing boxers.
He flicked the lights on kicked off his boots before removing his jeans and taking a seat on the bed, making sure the bloody part of his leg was off the edge as to not dirty up the sheets. Now he could see the ripped up stitches and bleeding skin which was nowhere near how it was the other night. Plus, the alcohol practically made him immune.
"So does this qualify as an emergency?" His lips twitched upward and he leaned back with a half-drunk expression.