I can't help but feel I've been caught with my pants down. [Except he straight up just doesn't have pants on.

And he's trying to be...very mindful of his gaze. Look, Neuvillette is an attractive man and Wriothesley is no saint. He has only seen the other modestly dressed, so it's a rare treat to see them so dressed down.]

Do you intend to break down the door? [He offers a lopsided smile.] I suppose we can, but the people who will suffer this are the staff. If you haven't noticed, but it seems like they're already stretched thin. I see this game harmless enough that there's no reason to stress out the staff even more. After all, it is not their fault we are here.

[At least, based on the information at hand, the random staff trying to keep the resort afloat are not the same people who whisked them to said resort in the first place.

Also, he won't deny that the idea of getting to lip lock with Fontaine's Chief Justice is appealing as hell. Sue him. If this is what he ends up being guilty for, so be it.]

You wound me, Neuvillette. [He absentmindedly runs a hand on the collar of Neuvillette's robe.] You make it sound like it isn't even going to be an enjoyable experience.

[Look, he has some pride.]