[ Molly helps, even if he would usually just be a dick. Taking the bedclothes he shakes them outside of the room to get the worst dust off, and then throws them back on. ]

You, bed. Now.

[ He shakes off his coat and then unbuttons his doublet, leaving him in just the shirt. ]

I did that thing with the floating liquid when you were poisoned by the troll, and then with alcohol on Beau when she was really wasted in Hupperdook. Don't know what it is, but it might help.