Did he want to put his nice silk bathrobe that he had never actually been seen in on some washed up human barnacle? Of course not.

Did he have any other choice? Of course not.

He did not meander, even if the thought was tempting that the fire would dry the newcomer some on its own before he stained the article beyond recognition.

“Change and lay your clothes out,” he said, holding the bathrobe out to Bill. “There is plenty to go around tonight.”

Well. He hoped his guests liked salad.