You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Adam let himself be led into the bedroom, only really having a moment to look around before he had to flop down onto the bed, his legs truly protesting keeping his body upright at this point. He did have the presence of mind to think it was sweet though, the kind of space he liked. Full of colours and personality, clearly belonging to Amalia and no one else.
Well, except for him right at that moment.
Sitting on the edge he tossed off his boots, revealing that he did not wear socks (which did not smell like a very good revelation) then his belt, dropping it to the ground along with his guns and knife, his bag too. Without his accessories it was even more obvious how slight he was despite his height and feeling a little self conscious, he slipped under the covers.
If he noticed Amalia's embarrassment, he didn't say anything of it. Instead, he just asked: "So which is your favourite God? Lets start there."
Adam
It didn't.
