( Unluckily for everyone except, perhaps, Aventurine, it's around that time that he ambles out of Ratio's room. His hair is a mess, still dressed in the lounge clothes given by LILITH and clearly on his way to the showers (with a basket full of various potions and tonics for skin, hair, and Aeons knows what else). He looks like a man who has spent better part of the evening not sleeping -- which is why he only notices Taryon when he suggests keeping Ratio quiet.

He can't help it, a grin spreads across his face as he peers up and around Veritas. )

Hear that, doc? Sounds like we need to find you a gag -- I'm sure there's a shop around here that sells that sort of stuff. ( His eyes, as sharp as the rest of him is fuzzy and sleepy, go to Taryon. Aventurine doesn't feel shame -- he trained himself out of that particular emotion long ago, as a child. But he does understand the value of beauty sleep, and therefore manages to be a little sympathetic. ) Ah. My apologies. We've only recently become intimate after a while of horrible, terrible pining and have been... enthusiastic about celebrating the fact.

( He's making no promises about it ever tapering off, however. )