Puck smiles, faintly, and drifts across the room to him-- though after a moment's hesitation by the four-poster bed, he tosses the crumpled nightshirt onto its emphatically large mattress covered in emphatically red bedding.

His smile, as he approaches Havelock, turns a little more crooked.

"You, ah-- you needn't visit, you know. If you had rather not."