Lasha tipped his head back.

"Just catching up," he said, easing his fingers from Andrei's wayward mane and leaning back, feeling vaguely sated. "You'd have been bored, I'm sure."

He glanced up at the clock, then at his brother.

"You should turn in, Andrei. We have all the time in the world."

He glanced at Irinarhov.

"Looks like your guard...is down," he quipped, dryly.

Irinarhov appeared to have outdrunk them both, which wasn't exactly surprising, seeing as he'd been quiet, where they'd been animated.

Obviously, he'd made use of the time.