Luckily--or perhaps not luckily--Josh was too distracted figuring out his story and trying not to wriggle away from Warren's hand on his back to realize that they were not actually heading towards the kitchen.
Hot damn, "Angel" was full of himself. Josh was half-listening to the bit about healing blood when he realized that not only were they standing at Warren's door, but that Warren was not so coyly inviting him in. Oh, shit.
"Ah, uh--" His eyes darted around the doorway. "I have my period!" He patted his stomach. "Not feeling well, sorry, I'll just be going now..."