If the man were sober enough to see himself, he'd be absolutely mortified that anyone witnessed him like this. Senin might have already seen all the damage that had been done to the man's figure over the years, but now he was getting to see the absolute low that the man could be reduced to. A lecherous slug, denying what he needed, and desiring what he couldn't have. It was a blessing that he wasn't self aware enough at the moment to recognize just how disgusting he was acting, and a curse on Senin, who had to endure it.
But Senin managed to reply with only moderate indignation. Laeonas' reply was, ofcourse, a groan. The idea of moving from the bed at all was unappealing, much less filling up his stomach so shortly after it's contents were emptied. Arguments as basic as these usually wouldn't need to be had. Even than, Laeonas could usually be convinced. That he was this stubborn over such trivialities, more than the slurring or vomiting, showed how shitfaced he was.
"And youuuu smell like schweat and... uh..." He tried to reply, barely able to point, before his arm fell. "What wash Ai shayin'?" He muttered, focusing on a spot in his ceiling. The young man's clarification about the night before prompted a nod from the human, and he seemed to relax in his current position. "...huh. A'right." He'd reply, satisfied with his "friend's" answer.
Again, Senin chose to prod him to take care of himself. Laeonas turned his head to look at the redhead, a dissatisfied look in his eyes. "Yer no fun." He'd mutter; a childish retort, one that didn't even make sense. It wasn't like Laeonas would be doing anything "fun" on the bed for several hours at the very least. The sudden wink and hint at something, however, left Laeonas confused-- and suspicious. He hadn't seemed at all interested just moments ago, but now, he was hinting at a romp in the showers?
The ploy might've easily been shot down had Laeonas been sober. Yet, once again, Laeonas' drunken mind failed to make even the most basic observations. "...fine." He'd mutter, reaching out to grab Senin's hand. The grip was loose, and as the man tried to support himself on two legs, he fell back onto the bed. Such a force might've pulled Senin down if the man's grip hadn't been so flimsy, but all it did was tug him a little before the grip came off.
"...shite."