Edgar clicked his tongue in disapproval as your head lolled to the side. "Now, now, none of that. You're not toddling off to bed in this state," he chided, steadying your drooping form on the sink as he continued brushing your teeth with brisk efficiency.

You could hardly keep your eyes open after the day's exertions, though the artist seemed as lively as ever in the dead of night. With a put-upon sigh, he had hauled you to the bathroom to clean you up.

Once your teeth were cleaned to his satisfaction, Edgar tilted your head over the sink so you could spit. He dabbed your mouth with a cloth, then gave your rumpled, dirty clothes a reproving glance.

"Hmm..." His eyes flicked back to your face. "Shall I help you change, or would you prefer I fetch your nightclothes so you can dress yourself in private?" Though bold, Edgar would never overstep proper boundaries without your consent.