[Ban's gesture receives only silence for several seconds. King almost can't believe what he's seeing. When his frayed nerves finally regain some composure, he can only sigh, shoulders drooping in defeat.]

Just how much did you drink the moment the kitchens opened?

[He waves his hand, and up floats the pillow case of vomit. King would like to get rid of it before it soaks through. Not without some more grumbling though.]

I'm tired too, you know. I came here to sleep, not to be some drunkard's play toy.