Disappointed that you didn't have more time to brood alone?

[Ramsay almost snickers, clearly wasted from the drink, and if the thought of sharing a bed with another man bothers him, he doesn't show it. Oh, he doesn't enjoy it, and part of him wants to demand Peter to just sleep on the ground like a fucking dog, but not the best thing to pull when he's without weapon... or without all of his senses. Besides, it's still a large and comfortable looking bed, and as a bastard growing up in the Dreadfort, he's dealt with far less suitable beddings. Maybe later, he can arrange something...

But he makes way towards the bathroom, wanting to see what else this room has to offer.]

The devices that which keep this ship full of light has been a feat in itself.

[He's sure that this indoor plumbing will impress him as well. Ramsay is totally fine with acknowledging how nice these new conveniences are and it'd be a complete shame to waste them.] All of this a common sight for you? I admit, I've been mostly impressed with these inventions you modern men have.