Luna's request was not what Argus had been expecting at all. He'd felt certain she was going to ask him if his cellar was home to some strange creature he'd never heard of, or if he could brings meals for her rodent. Matters of personal hygiene, however, were very much within Argus' ken. He narrowed his eyes at her for a few moments.
It was a fair enough favor to ask, though. Not as though she wanted him to let her upstairs for a few minutes every day. That was positively out of the question.
"I think that would be possible," Argus conceded, his eyes roaming over her to take in the fact that she did indeed seem rather less than clean. Not that it was his problem. This wasn't a hotel. "I take it you'd like this sooner rather than later?"