[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.