Dulce returned to his cabin a few hours later, no longer so drained that he remained unconscious for several hours. He held his waistcoat in one hand, his hair disheveled, his face flushed.
He slowed down after he stepped into his room, not expecting to find Caedos seated by the edge of his bed. It was late, most of the guests on the ship fast asleep.
"Were you waiting long?" He asked quietly, hanging his waistcoat over a chair. Nighttime was a great time to use the bathhouse on the ship.
Caedos watched the Vampire silently move around, he smelled of flowers and arousal, it made his jaw tense. "No." He answered simply, he hadn't been expecting his return tonight, knowing that he was asleep in the Incubus' cabin.
"I need to use the bathhouse, will you be here when I return?" Dulce asked hopefully.
"Yes."
