"I doubt anyone in the court here would see you so. You are not the only one with such a reputation." Gambling and womanizing was not seen brutish in Valencia. It would have been thought particularly unmanly not to do so. "I am afraid we share in that reputation." And more.

"It is not much, but it is quiet. Indeed, I did," he said. One small room with a bed, a table and chairs, and a fireplace. What else did he need? He went to the chest by the bed and opened it, pulling out dry pants and shirts for both of them. The clothing was plain. Nothing that one would imagine to see a prince in. He also handed Charles a towel with which to dry himself. Andrew couldn't help but notice his savior's hair was drying into thick dark, curls. "You can leave your clothes here to dry, if you like, and get them later." He slipped out of his own wet shirt and hung it from one of the bare rafters.