He emerges from the bedroom with last night's girl clinging to his arm. It is a different woman nearly every night, he doesn't even try to hide what he is doing.

He lets go of the girl, they all know the drill by now, get out of his sight as soon as he's done with them.

He walks into the kitchen then, his hair messed up, shirtless. His tattoos are on full display, disappearing under the waistband of his boxers that hang low on his hips... and he completely ignores you sitting there. You can hear him hum a melody under his breath as he casually opens the fridge and grabs his usual ginger shot.