Slater waited for Delia to rise before he strode off towards the bathroom, full of intent and purpose. He'd rather have bourbon than tea to up his determination but this had to be done. God knows what he'd look like, having forever been hiding under the mask of the mustache. Whatever the outcome it would certainly be interesting.
"All I want you to do is hold the things I give you," he instructed, "lock the door and assist me if I cut meself.."