[ If he has a problem being called a hedonist, he certainly doesn't show it, only giving her a bit of a nod as he pauses to poke at a promising door that turns out to be a dead end: a massage room of some type, currently unoccupied. Alas. ]

I admit, I would not mind a pleasant vacation, should the weather break instead of constantly assaulting me with the merciless rays of a burning star.

[ He does not care for the sun. ]

But I have left behind several problems that need solving, and more than a few companions I would rather be helping instead of meandering around in search of a bath. Not that I don't doubt that they are entirely capable of--

[ Oh, wait. ]

You mean the Moonlacing, yes? I don't like being required to do anything, even if I am as pleased with a romp in the bedroom as any red-blooded man.