While Rotund'jere is busy vandalizing the inn's staff, Vanyel sits up and starts to take stock of how he feels besides 'groggy and hungover'. There are, as it happens, scratches on his chest and shoulders, and - something down his back, though he can't quite tell what without a mirror.

He might not have known precisely what he was signing up for, but he did at least know the sex was going to be rough - which meant the AV field wouldn't have come into play, of course.

So he shrugs it off and is about to start healing himself - and then the priest makes that offer. "There are some on my back that I can't quite reach," he says, before he can quite stop himself.

It's difficult to be properly wary of the Necrophos, between the lack of oppressive aura and the fact that he's being far more... well, decent about all of this than Vanyel had expected he would.