There was no universe in which he was going to spend the night in the apartment of yet someone else he'd threatened as a wolf. "There's an ironing board in the closet," he said, gesturing toward it. It had come with the apartment, and he honestly couldn't remember using it more than once. "I'll get dressed, and we can move him."
With that he ducked into the bedroom, grateful for the excuse to wash the blood off of his face and get some clothes on.