Corvo looked amused. "I'm not sure you'd want to use your tongue now. Shower, soap and a washcloth would work a lot better and take less time. As for having someone else do it... well, a good barber will give you a haircut and a shave even in this place." Not that he'd let a barber near his hair and face since he'd been here. He still felt a little twitchy about letting someone wielding what was fundamentally a weapon near his face and throat. "And washing will help with the itchiness. Dried sweat and dirt is itchy on the skin. Nearly scratched myself bloody before I... well, got too far gone to pay attention to it."
They reached his apartment and he opened the door and ushered Tramp in. He found Tramp's personality a bit odd but when he remembered the hounds and lapdogs that he'd known before the rat plague arrived, he could actually see the parallels. He did feel a bit like he was manipulating Tramp by using food as a motivator but a lot of that came from the dichotomy between what he was seeing and what he now knew Tramp actually was.
"Let me get you a towel, a toothbrush and a change of clothes," he said. "And while I do that, work out what questions you need to ask about all this." He paused and smiled. "And don't worry about sounding stupid or anything. You were a dog and now you've been shoved into a man's body. I think I'd have half a hundred questions if I was suddenly shoved into a dog's body." He turned and head for the cupboard. "And once you're all cleaned up, we can see what's in the fridge. There should be a fair few leftovers unless Ben's eaten some of it."