Justin hummed a bit irritably at watching his robes get dumped onto the floor. Giriko could have at least put them on a chair or some such thing, but he didn't have much of a chance to dwell on that before getting shoved onto the bed.

He curled up against the chainsaw, lightly gripping his arm. "My greatest apologies," he said sarcastically, but he still looked rather content despite the acidic tone.