Shite. Theodore turned red at the combination of the smirk and the comment, and shoved his hands in his pockets. He wasn't sure which he was more embarrassed about, the fact that Barty knew what kind of shower he really needed, or the fact that he had been caught being distinctly unprofessional.
The combination of the two, however, was enough to make him wish the floor would open up and swallow him. Bloody hell.
"Yes," was all he could manage to say. No point in denying it, not really.