[ Clive certainly seems to think it's commentary. He forgets about his proximity to rows of teeth, and has the decency to look a little embarrassed. ]
Right. Sorry.
[ And under he goes, for a moment, running his hands through his hair in the water in an attempt to at least rinse out whatever it is might be offending his bath mate's olfactory sense.
He emerges a scant moment later, letting out the breath he'd been holding, looking so much like a large, wet, dog. ]
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Right. Sorry.
[ And under he goes, for a moment, running his hands through his hair in the water in an attempt to at least rinse out whatever it is might be offending his bath mate's olfactory sense.
He emerges a scant moment later, letting out the breath he'd been holding, looking so much like a large, wet, dog. ]
That should do it.
[ Hopefully. ]