Well, you've got hot water now. And even if you don't, there's no excuse, because I work in a fucking bathhouse.

[Hmmm. Wait for it.]

We're not fighting at my work. I like my job.

[Nailed it.]

Hm. Okay. I'll get him some clothes he can wear over it. Something that won't matter if it gets bone clay all over it. We can just burn it afterwards or something.