I have, too. —In my younger days. I doubt they have changed the beds since then. You deserve much better. A sight for sore eyes... My home is there, up ahead.

[He begins pulling Kiehl towards it, noting the chill on his skin. The cold had begun to set into his own flesh as well. He unlocks it hastily to usher the other inside, shutting the chilly winds behind them. Once in, he hangs his coat and wipes his boots. ]

Could I get you some hot tea, perhaps? My manservant will have retired for the night, but I am fully capable of being a host.