Stein smiled and rested a hand on Birkin's shoulder. The numbness would wear off by morning, but at least right now Birkin wasn't in any pain from what Stein had done.

He also yawned, and chuckled. "Please don't. I don't think I'm quite at Wesker's level, quite yet." Nodding, he added. "Water's free. I'll need a shower of my own, too."

But for now, he was tired and still intoxicated. Life was pretty good, other than the witches and the fact that he was going nuts.