"Hmm. You're right; about Lacci at least." He smirked, managing to stand and shimmy into his boxers. "Well, it's usually more of a disgusted string of swears, actually. And no. I suppose it doesn't." He grinned easily, content to lounge back against the counter for now, letting it take most of his weight.

Vlad's eyes drifted to his pants, calculatng whether he'd make it or not. He wouldn't risk it for now. Instead he turned back to Thomas, the grin widening into a smirk. "Would it be horrifically sentimental to say that I missed you?"