Krem hadn't really used the shower. He'd ducked in long enough to slough off the half-dried blood and some of the viscera that had been clinging to him, but that was it. When he'd finished, he'd pulled on the spare shirt and his boxers, and come out to Dorian stripped to the waist.

He wasn't about to make it a scene. He lounged into Bull's bed, as familiar as his own for various reasons.

"You don't happen to have a drink in your bag, do you?" Krem was only slightly joking.