Jamie opened his mouth for a third 'hey' but stopped himself when he realised how stupid it would be. He could, of course, talk regardless of whether Ares was listening or not in his pretend sleep. That, however, struck him as downright moronic, and trying to make a point - which had flown out of his head five minutes after he'd arrived anyway - while sitting on the floor naked did not have to make it on the list of inane things he'd done.
"Oh, frak it," he muttered, picking himself up from the ground with some difficulty and made his way towards the bathroom on wobbly legs. Cleanliness - smooth and comfortable feeling always - first. The soap, slick and smooth on his skin without the characteristic mild burn of the - antibacterial - kind he preferred, felt foreign and strange. The scent was familiar and not at the same time and when he stepped out of the shower, it didn't evaporate but lingered on his skin.
It made him want to shower again.
"Do you have soap that isn't scented?" Jamie shouted out of the bathroom.