Letters From Paris

*He frowns at the determined concentration on the tea, although it is, for him, only a passing irritation.

When Wright glances at the slightly open bathroom door and then back at him he raises an eyebrow in response.*

You don't need my permission, Wright - you are a guest.

... There are clean towels and you may help yourself to anything in there that you need.

The first aid kit is in the cupboard above the sink - when you are finished showering, please bring it with you.

*And he puts down his mug with a further frown as he looks over Wright's clothes again, stained with dried blood and filth.*

I will find you something to wear after you have showered. You can't put those back on, particularly not when you have healing cuts.