"Glad I have a healer on call, then," Duke mused, thinking Theodore should join them on tour, even if he wouldn't fit in at all. It'd be amusing to see him in that sort of crowd, though.
As soon as his leg was numb, Duke let his back hit the bed and his eyes shut. Getting drunk made him tired, among all the other things he'd been doing, but he wasn't going to fall asleep - or so he hoped.
After a few minutes, he opened one eye to check on the progress and almost felt bad for making Theodore show up at one in the morning. "So what were you doing up so late? I'd say I hope I didn't interrupt anything, but you were the one that messaged me. And I can't say I'm disappointed, either." He grinned lazily and laced his fingers over his abdomen.