Actually, I was going along the lines of I fucked you so hard being the reason why you can't see straight.

[Worick shakes out the pillows and the pillow-cases themselves, just in case and, lo and behold, the eyepatch comes tumbling out of one of them. After some minor adjusting on the straps, he fits the patch over his ruined left eye, rubs it in place. Perfect.]

Yeah, pirate in Italian suits. Makes sense.

[He's grumbling. He needs either a cigarette or something with caffeine in it.

After he slides to the edge of the bed and drops his bare feet on the cool floor -- which does a fine job of helping him awaken just a bit more -- he pauses, then flicks his gaze back to Noiz.]

...thought you were in a hurry to get out?

[He grins.]

Unless you're changing your mind..