Byron raised a brow at Kit's held out shirt. While he appreciated when others removed their clothing for him, Byron was no one's servant. His brilliant blue eyes glanced toward a laundry basket in the corner. "I have someone who comes by to clean the blood off of clothes." Byron had never tended to his own clothing as he would rather pay someone to do so, force them to do so, or buy something new.
Bored eyes glancing over Kit's tattoos, he smirked. "It will, of course, be a few hours until they can be picked up and cleaned, but I am sure we can keep ourselves entertained during the day."