Soap that isn't scented. Who the hell would buy it? Wouldn't even be able to be marketed unless people were allergic to the smell of flowers.
"I don't run a fucking hospital," he muttered into the pillow, even though Jamie could probably hear that despite being in the bathroom.
But actually, he did have a bottle. Deimos complained about smelling like a hooker rolling around in beds of flowers a while ago and Ares went out and got him shampoo and soap that didn't smell like anything.
"Behind the mirror," he called out a little louder, as if it made a difference to whether Jamie could hear him or not.
"Next to the condoms and the pills." He had all sorts of condoms and all types of expired anti-depressants and lithium drugs in there (for the 'manic episodes and suicidal tendencies', brain lady said, or at least that's what Ares thought she said before he slipped inside between her legs and ripped the flesh off her pink little cheeks) that he could remember, and who knew what else Jamie would find in that particular closet of old skeletons.