Roth's arm removed itself quite so quickly once they stood inside the doorway, to move to the door, and close it hurriedly. There was something of a slight breeze in the air that did not help the coldness that was creeping into the Assassin's bones, so Jacob found himself looking back, his face easy to read for once, as he had a grateful smile planted across his face. He watched Roth to the best extent that he could, but his eyes tore themselves from the man, and to the entryway he was currently standing in.

This was not like most of the flats Jacob traversed through while on his missions...

He took a good, long look, moving his head and body in order to look around. This was, after all, his first trip to Roth's house, so it felt right to look around a bit more than he usually would.

Roth had disappeared by the time Jacob's attention was brought back to him, and the man took to his feet and started to look. Just as he passed by hat-shelf was placed, Roth came out from the room on the side, and nearly headbutted Jacob again. Though, this time he had managed to avoid it, and stood face to face with Jacob, who had jerked his head back, eyes looking wide in shock. As well as a hidden blade drawn, but not jabbed into the other mans stomach, luckily enough.

"Jacob, my dear. Isn't it time you got out of that?"

"Get out of what?"

"The soaked coat!"

"The-... Oh..."

Jacob found Roth's level of energy at the moment of something to be envied, honestly but let that thought slide in order to get out of said coat. Roth had taken a few steps to the side, and as the buttons were opened up, Roth placed his hands on the Assassin's coat, in order to remove it.

... He was quickly stopped, by Jacob grabbing Roth's hand and holding it from him.

A chuckle came from Roth.

Jacob quickly understood what was the intentions behind it all was, and let go, seeming less tense by every moment that went by.

It felt good when he slipped the heavy coat from his shoulders, but doing so also allowed the cold to sink in. It caused him to shiver, something that Roth caught on to quite so quickly as he was hanging up the coat.

"Do you have a robe I can borrow for the night, Roth?"

Jacob figured his speech to be slightly slurred, but there were no reactions. Not from either of them, in fact.

"Of course! It was my intention all along, my dear. You cannot sleep in wet clothes!"

Oh- but that was something that occured all too often. Often when he was so dead tired from everything the day had brought, as soon as he arrived at the train, Jacob would often just fall into the couch, fully clothed, and drape the blanket over him, and go straight to sleep, his top hat falling over his nose, and sometimes tilting off his head during the night. Or perhaps it would fall off by the hand of a certain sister, flicking it off him in order to try and wake him up... It would always be a mystery of what could had happened to his hat while he slept, and... Jacob did not mind that all.

A hand on Jacob's shoulders again, this time feeling much warmer than before. Roth lead Jacob up some stairs, and as the Assassin was climbing them, it felt like he was walking with bricks tied to his feet and neck, making him sway. But he had no problems, and soon the pair was up in a hallway, that he noticed were decorated with certain theatrical things, but... It was hard to focus on them tonight.

They rounded into a room, where there stood a bed, and most else of what a man would need in his bedroom. It felt unusual to know that this would be where Jacob would be sleeping tonight, and even weirder once he stood properly in the room. Roth, meanwhile, had removed the warm hand from Jacob in order to light up some candles, which actually left Jacob missing the warmth.

The candle was lit, casting a certain shadow over Roth and Jacob. It felt somewhat cosy, again.

"I will be right back with your robe and cloth, my dear."

Jacob nodded, and with that reply, Roth went off, most likely to not be gone for too long. It didn't matter much to Jacob whenever Roth were gone for a moment or an hour, all he wanted to do was to get out of the cold. So, within a few minutes he stood by the folding screen now wearing naught up his pants, which he had yet to smell the alcohol from. Jacob wasn't too sure if it was okay to just leave the clothing hanging over it and dripping onto the floor, but he heard footsteps, so Roth would most certainly do or say something if that was the case. As Jacob turned, Roth dropped off the robe on the bed, and approached Jacob, a white cloth in hand.

Soon a hand was reaching up to his hair, and Jacob stared at it, and to the face that was approaching him steadily. Roth wiped away some stray droplets from Jacob's hair, nudging the hat off as he did, and letting it fall behind him. Jacob, no matter how much he had come to care for the hat, didn't move a muscle to look where it managed to fall. He just watched Roth drape the cloth over his head and how the man looked so concentrated as he did.

"I am not drying you, darling." He finally said, with a slight joking tone in said voice.

"But you've already started..." Jacob replied with the same amount of joking in his voice, as he lifted his hands up to his head, and started to dry one side of his head and hair in order to keep tabs on Roth.

"Ah- but I just gave you a heads start."

Jacob nodded, and stopped drying his hair for a slight moment as he switched hands. But something stopped him. Roth, looking slightly drunk, had moved in again, rather close too this time. Jacob froze, watching that smirk on the mans face move closer and closer, before their lips met.

Just like that.

And it didn't exactly unfreeze Jacob. It made him stay right there, eyes widening in shock. But he was unable to do anything.

Seconds, like the cliche foretold, felt like minutes, before Roth pulled away, the smirk still lingering.

"I apologize for the... Interruption in the carriage, my dear."

Feeling his head grow hazier for every moment, Jacob simply nodded, feeling too stunned to say too much at the moment. Though, it did help him to regain his lost warmth, all the way from his face to his chest. Though not legs.

"Take it as my goodnight kiss the evening." Roth said, as he pulled away completely, luckily not getting any blood on his lips from the kiss. He then pat Jacob's shoulder a bit. "Get out of those clothes and head to bed now, darling. I will see you in the morning."

The door shut behind Roth, and what was left for Jacob was to simply stand there, frozen yet. He had no bloody idea what he felt about this, and what on earth had just happened. And he was very unable to think too clearly as well, as his head just felt like he was lying on a cloud, in "Hazetown down the streets of rainy grey-cloud". In short, he was all too ready to sleep by now.

Deciding to just snap out of it, Jacob got himself dried up, almost knocking over the folding screen as he removed his pants, and slipped into the robe one he felt dry enough. The robe was warm by default, and soft, which lulled him into a sense of security. That, in just this robe he would be safe and warm for a night, and maybe a moment or two after that...

Soon Jacob found himself under the covers, dismissing the weird feeling he had in his lips as just something that came from too much alcohol, and fell asleep quickly, his head and body sinking as he felt like he could just stay there for a while.

Especially once he got warm enough...