Dressing took more time than stripping. It always seemed to. Of course, locating the right articles of clothing in the right order contributed, but Zach found everything in...decent condition. His trousers were fine, thick and hard to wrinkle. His shirt looked a bit more like it needed a go with the washer, but Zach performed a small charm to act like ironing it and popped the collar. It was not his usual fashion sense, but it was all he had to cover his neck. And Gilbert was likely to have no clue how the bruises had gotten there, but Zach didn't want him to be concerned. Running his hand through his hair, Zach fixed it slightly but figured it probably looked how it did when he tried to make it purposely look a bit messy, stylized messy. "I look forward to it," Zach replied honestly. Really, after that shag, who wouldn't?