Heine wonders if he's embarrassed. He huffs softly as he arches to stretch his back—fuck he's sore—and is about to start undressing when he hears the noise Jade makes.

"What's wrong with you?" Hangover, maybe? Heine sheds his outer robe. As he starts on the front of his button-up shirt his gaze catches on teethmarks in his own shoulder.

What the hell... he frowns, pulling his shirt collar away to get a better look at it.