[Please, please drink your water. He got that special all for you. It had ice in it at one point, but it's half-melted by now.

More importantly (?), Elsword is sitting back on the edge of the bed now. His shirt remains off, because—]

"Our current arrangement" being me with my shirt off?

[Fascinating developments here, truly.]

Okay, sure. I can sit here all night half-undressed if you really want.

[There's that old arrogance of his, showing up when he's got .5 functioning emotions left. At least he means it?]