He finishes as well, and happily returns the smile.
"This was a great day, and it still isn't over yet!.. At least, I don't think it is... What's the time? No matter! I had fun. Lots of fun."
"Spare bed anywhere? Or... I did see two couches. Ah, yes.. Better than my mech, though my mech still is pretty comfortable.."
The man yawns, covering his mouth with a hand.
"Thanks, dear."
He yawns again, his hand covering his mouth still. Then he gets up with a groan, and stretches as well, his bones making a couple of rather loud pops and cracks.
[spoiler]What are you on about? Cracking and popping my bones feels great. [/spoiler]
"So, dearest, which bed is yours and which one is mine to sleep on?"
He yawns... Again, and stretches some more, making his muscles bulge. Because that's how it works? I dunno. Blame the alcohol.
"Me too.. I'm tired.."
He throws his shirt onto the bed, and fiddles with his shorts, letting it drop to his feet. He then kicks it onto the bed, and slips into said bed.