vax'ildan is now uncomfortably hard in his new clothes, jeans that fit tighter than his leggings and armor back home. he has to turn his back to percy for a moment to adjust and rearrange into something less tight, and when he turns back, percy's coat has been shed and oh for fuck's sake come on.

"y-yes, he's-- his room is downstairs. i've spent a lot of time in it, as i'm sure you can imagine. i've, ah... been wondering if any of you would arrive."

is it hot in here?