"No," Sparkle snarked, starting to peel off his shirt. "I'm pretty sure I can handle that, thanks."

He dumped his shirt on a countertop, and then turned his back and started undoing his fly.

"You can, like, set the shampoo and soap down. I have this handled, you know."

What was he going to do? Turn the water on and stand spitefully outside the shower stall? It wasn't like that would get him back to the phone any faster.