It had, Carlos thought, been a while since he'd heard Gael laugh. At least laugh and it not sound brittle and harsh, and it had been a while since Gael had flirted with him without it having an edge of sheer determination to it. He liked to think that he'd helped today.

He chuckled as Gael ducked his hands and mouth, and followed him down the hall before steering him towards the bathroom. "You could say that filthy is a common descriptor," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it in the hamper inside the bathroom. "But if you want a shower, I can be patient. Thing is, though, you shouldn't get your tattoo wet yet."

It therefore, probably wouldn't hurt if Carlos helped him out a bit, really.