Victor really could not remember seeing mason this down, this shifty, this... uneasy. And he was not talking or explaining in any helpful detail, other than to insult Mao. Well, insulting Mao wasn't a surprise, he could imagine that would become a pass time of his often gloomy lover. He fought the urge to heave a sigh and tap his foot, studying the taller, blood covered, grimy male before him. Well, he looked bad, Vic imagined he would not smell great, so he decided he did not want to get any closer to him in the current state.
"Fine," he murmured, straightening himself and giving Mason a firm, commanding look. "Well, I'm a reason to shower, and lockdown is going to happen soon. So, get your skinny ass in the shower and clean yourself up get back here before you get either of us in trouble. I am not joking." He spoke firmly, folding his arms before his chest and watching Mason with a stern, determined look. "Go. And get back here. Fast." He watched him expectantly then, narrowing one eye in a challenging way.