"And would 'y'all' be referring to the Master class, or to Fae?" he asked, clearly amused.
Morgan just leaned against the counter, trying to pretend as though he was used to watching attractive slaves strip every day. He wasn't sure if it was relief or regret that filled him, when Dean kept the boxers on.
"I'm afraid I don't," he said with a small shake of the head. "I send it out. If you're looking to dry it, I can hang it up over the shower rail."