He pulls himself up above the water, almost like he's sitting on it, and gives himself a shake to dislodge from the water from his hair. With his light it is pleasantly sparkly.

"Vine curse," he says, simply. "Made everyone go to sleep." As a reminder of his whole thorn experience, the water has opened a number of his deeper scratches again, leaving lines of neon yellow in the place of normal blood.

"As to all things, makeouts are clearly the answer." A pause. "But no seriously, that was the cure or something. Don't ask me, I guess the house is a raunchy pervert."