Cyril nods. "Yeah..." This house was designed to house merchants who come into the village, so there are a small handful of rooms for them and for servants. The room Cyril guides Vash to is close by and plain, but the bed is at least a full size so they can both fit.

Cyril takes Vash's hand and guides him there quietly. He knows the house gets patrolled regularly and doesn't really want to cause any more gossip. He closes the door behind them after they enter. "So, um, get comfortable...?"

He doesn't know why he feels so nervous. He usually doesn't when it comes to sex. Maybe it's because of the clash of bringing Vash into this part of his life. He's compartmentalized it so much to keep his appearance of sanity, and this challenges that separation.