Provided Phillip doesn't mess with the settings more, Gustavain seems to have settled into this one, but Phillip can definitely tell the difference now in how he moves. It's nothing hugely different, but he seems about like he does normally a drink or two in, not drunk but looser, somehow, graceful in a sort of careless way. Caught in this kind of state in a tavern he might blame it on the bard in him, might flirt and shamelessly pull some stranger into his orbit for the evening. This, however, is entirely Phillip's and only Phillip knows why he's like this as they move through the stalls.

He plays around with various things in some of the open air shops, they end up with some fruits and some sweets along with anything Phillip might want, but Gustavain tugs them to head more back along the backside of the buildings rather than down the main thoroughfare to the bar and there's not enough time to do much, even back here, but it's enough to tug Phillip's arms around him from behind and writhe backwards into the line of him, breathy,

"Please," it's not the most eloquent, but his body is also doing a lot of the talking for him, the way he's rubbing his ass backwards against him, "Everything feels like it's slipping sideways, I can't... can't... Fury I wish you could just fuck me in the street," he makes a needy little noise, pushes back a little harder.

He'll be able to calm himself again once they separate, but he seems wholly incapable of choosing that separation for himself.