Gibson surveys the evidence of his recreational activities as he readies himself to serve.

When he is Lord of the Dreadfort he'll have ruby rings on his fingers.

In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.

Crash needs Ginger. Ginger wants Crash.

"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."

Finney gets cat ears at the worst possible time. Something to do with cause and effect.

Richie finds himself in an undesirable situation. Or: bloodsucking Geckos in bondage.

There's rules that go with being Adam's errand boy -- sort of workplace regulations. Be there whenever he needs you, don't mess with his stuff, don't ask annoying questions.

Edward receives an education in the inutility of virtue. The Earl abducts him for a session of discipline.