Following the path that Byron's eyes indicated, Kit nodded shortly before moving over to the basket. After dropping his shirt unceremoniously into it, he returned to his previous position, having more than a few ideas as to what Byron had in mind as a form of entertainment for the remainder of the day. While he was tired, Kit was at least a little pleased to have such a distraction from his boggled thoughts.
Then, with a ghost of his usual smirk, Kit reached out and teasingly trailed his fingertips down the front of Byron's own shirt, his eyes holding those of the other man. "Of course," he said quietly, allowing himself a few more seconds of staring directly into Byron's eyes before turning and walking without another word towards the previously indicated wash room. He suspected that he wouldn't be alone for very long.
Rather than ask permisson to use the shower rather than simply a washcloth to rid himself of the blood that had seeped through his shirt and onto his chest, Kit turned the water on before making short work of his remaining clothes. Nudging them to the side, he waited until the stream was hot before stepping into the cubicle, watching mindlessly as the tinted pink water spiralled down the drain.