Killian Velvet
Killian waves a hand gently. He leans back when the patch is on and clears his throat before pulling his hand away. He stands, shucking off his suit jacket and moving away from his spot. He shakes it out, flaps in the air. He's trying to get his scent off of it. "I don't need a private room. I need my scent off my clothes." He gave a soft laugh.
He tosses his jacket on the top of a flower bush nearby, hoping the scent of the flowers will seep into it. "As for Lucian's earlier question. They don't bother me. Oddly enough, only my own bother me and only in heat." He's unbuttoning his vest jacket, back turned to all of them, but what they can see now.. Killian's pants have ridden low in the back for his tail to pop out at his tailbone. It gives little flicks every now and then, along with his ears.
He pulls the vest off and shakes it out as well. He wants to undress completely, but.. that wouldn't be very professional.