Oh. Oh, yes, it would be economical to do it within the reach of the washclothes, yes. [Tary stammers and rests his hands on his hips, fully turning to Dorian with a nervous laugh.] You - you go get everything clean. I'll...um.

[His face reddens, and he turns to his satchel to find his vial of oil. His cock hangs half-hard but waning with the disappearance of stimulation. His heart pounds as he fumbles with the string and the vial's cork.]