Breathing rather heavily, Charlie had undone his jeans and slid them down and was holding the waistband of his boxers out to inspect the damage.
"Ooh," he said. "That - smarts!" He hopped across to the sink, ran the cold tap and soaked Deacon's rag then applied it to the affected area with a wince. "I really DON'T want blisters there," he said. "How the heck did that happen."