"You look like a drowned cat!" He announced making her stand there for a minute before hauling her inside by the arm. He made sure to look out the door a few times before shutting it and locking it behind him. If she was worried before, that should have amped it up a notch.
She was literally soaked and shivering. He couldn't give her any of Lust's clothes it would raise questions. "Wait here," he said throwing out his finger as if he were scolding a dog to stay put. He ran off to the bedroom and brought back one of his button down shirts Lust had just bought and a hand towel. It was all he could find from the bathroom. Then in his own quirky way he tried to dry her with it. She wasn't a puppy, but it was the way handled the situation.
He pouted after a while dragging her into the bathroom. He grabbed another hand towel.