[Can a man not shush another grown adult in peace... Anyway, if Lorenz isn't extra at least 8 times per day, he will die. It's a condition.]

Alright, then I will let you know when I have found a suitable tea. [And tea set, and snack, and location, and learned how to send a text message, and...

Wriothesley slides off of him and Lorenz relishes that last bit of friction, and then, ah—tea can no longer distract him from the mess they've made of each other. The thought of putting clean clothes back on to get to a shower is so... ugh. He looks instead at his Watch, which has been blinking at him for something close to twenty minutes now, waiting for him to see its new message. Somehow.]

I should think... ah. Hmm. [He thinks something and that something will never be known, as he finally taps the right spot on the Watch to see the Congrats on the Sex account payout notification.

Goddess preserve him. Perhaps a burial at sea would be most appropriate? If not a strongly worded letter. Ah... ahhh.]

...

[It takes him a moment, as his mind can only scream like an overboiling tea kettle. He lifts his wrist, gesturing at the Watch.]

Wriothesley, did you also receive... a private notice?