He had no intention of leaving Zoe with this prick who thought so little of him. He glared daggers but followed Zoe into the bathroom. It was at least privacy. She was buying it, though the next sneeze proved he wasn't immune to a cold. That hadn't been the act, but it catored to her sympathy.
Greed dropped his shoes first, draining the water out into the sink. Next was his shirt that actually hurt as he peeled it back. It had indented into his skin as it was nothing more than a thin button up. The tie, then the belt. The pants were loose but just as soaked. He'd have to go without his boxers as they too were nothing more than a water slide. A chill shot up his back. He wasn't any warmer yet.