[ At least there's an abundance of kemonomimi here to get accustomed to it, though Nehan's energy does suit a wet cat, reserved and apparently wearied, enough that his first reaction is nearly lost to the sound of the running showers. A soft, sardonic huff. They're short on peace, even poorer on quiet. And— ]

Right. Nothing's ever free. [ It's presented as near enough to it here, with how gratuitous the resort is, gold gilded everything and the constant flow of chips. His tone is grounded though as he resumes what he was doing, using one hand to run shampoo through his hair, nonchalant. ] The food and drink here is often laced with aphrodisiacs, so even a warm meal comes with its complications.

[ A sideways glance. ]

Though if you know what it's like to go hungry, maybe that's a small price to pay.