Geraint was sent away, an angry Moira staring at him as he waved at her like a lovesick fool as he headed down the hallway. Moira closed the door none-too-quietly behind them before stomping over to where her clothes were laid out.
"We better get you undressed before more visitors show up." She muttered angrily, and Artie couldn't help but laugh. She did feel a little giddy, and she would blame that on the kisses she'd shared with the two men.
Moira was frowning, but every once in a while her lips would twitch up into a smile before she'd correct it back into a frown. She, too, was cute. Especially as she tried to appear harsh as he helped Artie undress, but she was too nice for her own good.
Soon, Artie was in her nightwear, tucked into bed and Moira was saying goodnight, when there was another knock on the door before it opened. They didn't even wait to be let in.
It was Lamorak, and he seemed slightly upset.
