oh, for fuck's sake, he noticed. this conversation seems pointless now, and for a moment, vax'ildan isn't sure what to do. he can kick percy out and deal with this on his own. he can make an advance on him that's sure to be uncomfortable. or he can just ignore it and keep the conversation going.

until percy mentions he's still wet and salty, and so vax'ildan stops thinking about it, and operates solely on autopilot. his lust, his need, the damned aphrodisiac speaks for him.

like a challenge, vax crosses the room and takes the collar of percy's shirt in his hand, wrapping a finger around it. he pulls percy close, though not roughly, and he says with a tilt to his head, "then maybe we should get you out of these clothes."