Timrin looks down in thought, hand cupped over his mouth. It was obvious he was not going to get off that easy.
His face is calm but he blushes a little while saying this, "Nothing happened between you and I... is what I meant. Something most definitely happened with the three of you ladies drinking wine. I first encountered Dyria and Alethia staggering drunk above deck. I'm sure some of the crew saw them as well. Though I did not realize it at the time they had.. um.. some of your clothes. Neither could tell me where you were or what was going on so I assigned Namor and some crew to get those two to their quarters while Murdoch and I went below decks to find you and Shando. He was right where you all were drinking but somehow you had slipped past him. We split up and scoured the ship. Ultimately I found you drunk in Rianna's bed examining one of those collars."
He pauses uncomfortably before finshing, "I then carried you back to your room and put you to bed. That's it."
"I would think it safe to say the crew knows you were drunk and that I carried you to your quarters. I am unsure if they know anything about the clothes. I have no idea how Alethia and Dyria got them. I assure you I did everything I could to protect your modesty while carrying you to your room," he finishes with an empathethic smile.