[Those slight brushes buzzing over his skin are impossible to ignore. Slowly, groggily, he realises those aren't normal, and he's still not quite sure of what's going on, but he remembers the drink and downing it without waiting to find out what exactly was in it... he's much too at ease to be troubled, but the realisation is there, floating across his mind as every pleasant little touch plucks at his nerves.]

Hot tubs? In this weather?

[They'd better not actually be hot.

He has to give himself a shake before answering Seto's questions, get his mind into working order.]

You're referring to-? [It's obvious. He doesn't need the clarification, but his words are coming ahead of his thoughts.

The prospect is more appealing than it should be, and he has just enough self-awareness to be visibly embarrassed about it.]

Of course it's not alright. We have far too much baggage, I'm a little old for to be a liaison for a teenager, and you're drugged.

[After downing the water, he considers Seto for a long moment.]

So am I, I think. So don't go far, but you could probably address that in other ways. [Like, uh. The standard way of addressing arousal, which Pegasus is assuming is his issue. He's not going to come out and say it, but even if he did, it'd still be less mortifying than waking up in the morning and realising he's torn down all his progress with Seto by sleeping with the man while on a bender.]