He does feel adrift on the edge of a panic that would have overwhelmed him six months ago and had him already out the door. These are people he has been intimate with in different ways and a kernel of anxiety in the back of his mind wonders how he's supposed to pay each of them the attention they deserve — I don't have enough mouths for this, he thinks hysterically — then Vax becomes his first anchor as the pain (oh yes, that was hurting) fades from his head and he can concentrate on how the trio is starting to slither around the bed like a hungry three-minded beast. He loops an arm around Vax as kisses cover his jaw and turns his head to capture a real one, rooting himself in the present with the warmth of that soft mouth.

"Okay ... okay."

He's got this. Aphrodite is pawing at Vax and Molly is pawing at Aphrodite, and oop there goes that tail around his arm.

"Give me a minute, I didn't — didn't know —"

The look he gives is fondly exasperated and he realises he has a type, mischievous and greedy. Sure, that seems legit. He lifts the spade of Molly's tail to peck the tip, loosing Vax so he can start ungracefully hauling his long tunic off in what feels like the unsexiest wiggle ever made, flinging it over a shoulder. He has to turn around on the bed and put his back to them (this is Dangerous, he knows that much) in order to start yanking off his long boots.

Why the fuck did he wear so much leather today, he's never doing that again ...