He started to draw away but soon froze in his tracks, peeking back through the doors as he watched his guest, Artorius could not help admiring the lean figure unknowingly revealing himself to him. 'Not bad, not bad at all. Now just a little more and...good, clothes are mine now.'
Artorius slipped back into the room and quietly collected the soiled clothes. For a moment he scowled down at the offensive material before casually tossing them into the dying flames of the room's sole fireplace which jumped back to life with the added fuel of alcohol and cloth. 'That'll warm them up alright.'
He stripped his own clothes off quickly, listening to the sounds of water being added to the tub and then his companion getting into for an icy bath. 'He could have warmed up the water. Idiot, I'm not doing everything for you.'
The truth was the gambler was not doing any of this for the blonde's sake; it was all for his own. Frankly, as long as he was satisfied he could care less about anyone else. If the other wanted to take a freezing bath, that was on him. At least he would not smell anymore, for Artorius much preferred the smell of whiskey in his glass and not on a man's shirt..
Having changed into his only spare pair of clothes and taking his sullied ones with him, the dark-haired man once more exited the room and clambered down the stairs. The alcohol-sodden clothes were tossed into random places about the room to be tripped on or discovered by someone else. It really did not concern Artorius, he had better things to not worry about now anyway.
With a snap of his fingers he was yet again calling the bartender's attention to himself, along with everyone else's for that matter. He reveled in the exasperated groans and hushed whisperings that surrounded him. It amused him greatly to know that they were all irritated especially the pockmark-faced man pouring drinks.
"Yeah, now what? Change your mind about the drinks?"
"No, no. I still want those. But add to that a big juicy steak," he waved his hand around disinterestedly before adding, "and something to go with it. But that'll only be for one. You got that? Excellent," he commented, as usual not waiting for answer before taking off again, this time for the stairs.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he bolted back up quickly but took very small, sedate steps once he actually reached the landing. As he drew closer his smirk once more returned, growing larger by the moment in anticipation of the fun to come. Oh he was in for an adventure tonight, that was for sure.
At last he came to the door and knocked on it. "How you doing in there fellow, might I come?" Opening the door, he rushed in practically bouncing on his heels in hopes of being there for the moment of realization of the lack of clothes for the blonde at the moment.