"I wasn't trying to," Scarlet said, shaking his head at Tuck, because the man was a machine if he was busted and bruised and still thought he was capable of getting hard. He looked up as Stutely addressed him, though, and tilted his head at him. He now knew perfectly well that the man had heard everything.
"Don't mind if I do, gorgeous," he said, leaning into it, taking a towel and dipping the edge if it into the bowl. "Alright, hold still. We're cleaning you up. That shirt is going to have to have a good long soak before the blood dries into it properly." He started wiping gently at the blood on Tuck's face, starting on the outside and working carefully inwards, avoiding pressed on his nose. "You're gonna have quite the shiner tomorrow."