"Thanks," he said. He would normally take time to have breakfast, but he felt sick. So that gave him some time. The headache could be blamed on the attack, so that served him nicely. The Wards would never need to find out that he was hungover. He kind of had to pee, but he was too embarrassed to use the chamberpot in the presence of someone else. Instead, he opened the door, found a basin and jug of water outside, took it and quickly closed the door, before anyone would see he was here with another man. Then he started washing his face. The cold water was welcome against his painful head.