Euan blinked. He hadn't said that Evan smelled. If he thought Evan smelled, he would have said that. Why was everyone here so caught up with saying things that they didn't mean and not saying the things that they did mean? It made Euan's head hurt.
"I'm saying," he said firmly, "that you ought to shower."
Evan leaning closer was actually quite convenient, and Euan took the opportunity to lean forward and have a sniff. "Nope," he confirmed. "You smell fine to me. Doesn't mean that you couldn't use a shower." He didn't bother replying to Evan's other comment.
Oh, but he had been wondering— "You're not planning to kill me, yeah?" He'd prefer that Evan didn't kill anyone else either, but since he was currently six inches away from the self-proclaimed murderer, Euan figured he should worry more about himself at the moment.