[Aak has always gone along with most of the hotel's nonsense. For the first time he's having worries like... what if someone who wasn't Wriothesley comes by and finds him first? What if he goes along with something a sober him totally wouldn't? The desire clawing him up inside felt so desperate and that desperation made him scared.]

[Like, the fact he didn't hear Wriothesley's footsteps? That only when the shadow was in front of him and knelt down did his focus click back in?]

This suuuuuuucks! [he lets out a long whine, banging his fist against the back wall. As his mouth hangs open, the spade on his tongue is fully visible. What normally is just a grey hint is an obvious, jet black marking on his tongue.]

It's so annoying! I don't wanna follow any more stupid orders! I just wanted to mess around with the freshmeat and I can't even touch 'em without permission!

[It's up to Wriothesley if that counts as an answer it if he's coherent or if it's proof he's a little incoherent at the moment.]