"Admittedly, 'clean' is a relative term." That only made him want to leave even sooner. He could never have been called fastidious, but the thought of spending days unwashed in a stale and windowless room was still deeply unpleasant. "You probably are roughly on a level with the vermin, at this point. If you want to spend your time communing with them, that's your affair." Except that she was on his time, now; he waved his wand, summoning the plate sharply back up to him. He had been especially impatient, lately, and the knowledge that he would have to do something about her, sooner rather than later, did not improve his mood.