As Venti dozed off under a cover gently placed by someone named Zorgack, he was soothed by the soft patting on his head and the whispered assurance that he was not a useless drunk, and with a sleepy smile, he murmured a goodnight and a promise to be better the next day, his body relaxing into sleep with occasional twitches of pleasure and a semi-erect cock softening as he sank into peaceful slumber, while Zorgack watched over him fondly before leaving him to rest.