Barty knew, of course, that Evan had been teasing about his anger having removed all his clothes, but part of the man had been hoping the healer would have been wearing less when he arrived. At least they were already in the bedroom. Though, actually, that chair looked sturdy enough...
"You said I should come over," Barty retorted casually. He leaned against the door to shut it. One hand slid down to lock it, but he stayed there, arms crossed.