During the resulting argument, Heath retreated back to the bed again, because it really was giving him a headache this time. After the landlord was gone, though, and it had died down, he'd managed to sober up enough to at least be able to process questions.
He looked offended at that one. "With waterproof charms!" He said, gesturing to the second bedroom which had been turned into a studio space the day he'd moved in.
When he stood, this time, he barely swayed, and he mumbled something about a sobering draught and headed for the bathroom. Definitely not in the mood to snog again, apparently, after listening to his landlord rake him over the coals.