"I don't know about so clever," Archie said softly, but he wasn't going to argue with Wren. Wren seemed happy, it would be silly of him to make an issue out of it.
He was gentle by nature - why he thought he would make it in the war he had no idea - so Archie was ever so careful when it came to how he touched Wren. Especially since his hair had obviously not been detangled for a long time. He seemed to be doing an okay job, though. Wren wasn't jerking away or making any noises of protest.
Archie paused at the question, and the phrasing of the question, but again he was certain that was relating to something he didn't want to bring up. "I'll get some more bath things, then. I'll get you your own sponge to wash with. Perhaps I'll get some little soaps and you can pick your favourite scent. Or we'll mix them all up together."
He was gratified by the face that Wren felt safe with him, smiling brightly. "I'm so glad. You are safe." Truly, Archie had no intention of hurting Wren in any way. He was even trying to convince himself that nibbling on Wren would be too much. He was sure he couldn't convince his friend to let him bite- "It's so nice having you here. I don't really have a lot of friends, and my brother works a lot. So I'm glad you were happy to come over and keep me company. I'm going to rinse your hair, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop for a bit." If Wren didn't like showers he might not like having water over his head.
Archie started from the ends again, rinsing the suds out, and the last little bits of debris. He was pleased with the results.
"You look so handsome, Wren. You have a very lovely face. I'm sure you'll feel it once we get you something clean to wear."
The rest of the grime had been washed from Wren's skin, too, and he was nice and pale and clean.
"Are you ready to get out? I have towels, and then you can pick which pajamas you want whilst I order our food," Archie smiled, stepping back to grab one of the towels, holding it open and turning his head away to afford Wren some privacy.