[ Wolfwood scowls over his shoulder as Sharon uses his shirt as a towel in a room rife with towels! There's another large one hanging off the wall, as well as smaller towels around. It's a rich environment, and her actions entirely uncalled for. ]

You say, committing violence against me. [ His shirt sticks to his back, and his wet hair isn't going to help. He reaches for one of the towels before the dripping gets too bad. What a problem. ]

Thank you, oh thank you, benevolent one.