"You need to tell me your secret for staying dry," the witch teased.
Olek was heading upstairs with what wet clothes he'd already gathered - including a quick trip to the door to grab Leslie's twisted shirt. Bo called for him to grab suitable clothes for everyone to wear in the meantime. Suitable was a stack of impossibly soft cashmere long sleeves in various shades of tan and gray, and another stack of drawstring trousers.
"I already wanna go again," Leslie laughed.
"I will glue you to the ground," was a promise from their host.
"It's a very useful little trick called not getting bested in a duel and landing flat on my back," he teased in turn, grinning.
"Oh, and layers." Like his hair, his cardigan was only slightly damp from the mist. Still, he peeled out of it to reveal a perfectly dry shirt. He wouldn't hand the jumper off to Olek. One didn't machine dry cashmere.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'd believe him. I'm not opposed to another show, but I'm watching from inside, this time.