"Oh... okay... erm..." He got up, sober enough now not to fall over immediately. "Come..." and he began to lead the way to the stairs. The pub was empty now, save for the maid.

"Oi!" she said, as Tobias passed. "Be discreet, alright. We don't need the police raidin' this place or sum't."

And back was 'consequences'.

Oh, so this was, like, actually happening. He knew that it was, but it still surprised him. Anthony stood up as well, taking a few short moments to steady himself before he started to walk. At least he was sober enough to be capable of doing that. When the maid addressed them, he flinched, but didn't react otherwise. He didn't need someone to tell him to 'be discreet', because that was just common sense.

He nodded at the maid, vaguely aware of having lost face. As he was walking - stumbling - moving up the stairs, the words sank in. Why was he doing this? He could get into serious trouble if anyone found out. He could be blackmailed or worse. And he wasn't the type of guy who did these kind of things. He was upright, responsible, in control of himself. And he was married.

By the time they entered the room, he was frowning.

Anthony was just pleased by the idea of getting laid. He followed him up, the stairs causing a bit of difficulty for him at first, but he managed just fine. On the contrary, when he entered the room he was still smiling. He looked at Tobias, waiting for him to do or say anything.

He closed the door, as soon as Anthony was in. Then he looked at him. Okay. People did this. "Have ye... done this before?"

The awkward athmosphere kind of made Anthony want to shoot himself, but it was fine. "What, sex?" That's what they were here to do, right? "I mean, yeah." He shrugged.

He sat down on the bed. "With someone ye just met..." Why was he feeling so hot?

He shrugged. "Well, not really," Anthony said, taking off his shoes. He looked at Tobias, who did not look very enthusiastic about this all. Anthony frowned. "you good?"

And that question did the rest. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands for shame. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

...Anthony put his shoes back on. Right. This was getting weird. "...For what?"