Accept

"Sure," you say. "I'm off for the night anyways." Leaving your apron on the bar, you and the drunk--who can thankfully still walk in a straight line--head into town.

The drunk, named Duncan, takes you on a trip around Hill Haven, showing you the sights. The town hall, the market square, the alley where shady deals are made...

Soon, after an hour or so of walking, you loop back around to the inn.

"You staying here too?" you ask as you walk inside.

"No...but I will." Something was weird about the way he said that, so you quickly turn around. Seeing nothing wrong with the way Duncan is standing, you shrug and begin to walk upstairs, telling him you'll see him in the morning.

*PINCH*

Your hand leaps back to your now-sore ass. "Hey!" you yell, turning to face Duncan.

Apparently no longer drunk, Duncan stands up straight. While not that much taller than you, there's still a difference, and he's clearly much stronger, too. He steps close to you, wraps his arm around your waist, and whispers in your ear, "Most villages don't like men sleeping with men. Hill Haven's different. You and me can do whatever we want..."

Oh my gods this man wants to sleep with you!