He allowed himself a small smile, nearly a laugh, as he caught the sodden rag in a hand and gave it a slight wrinkle of his nose. Fought the impulse to immediately find a pitcher of water to rinse his hand off with. But instead, with a softer smile, he handed it back over to Trixa, expression fond.

"I'm in the habit of being brutally honest, so I've heard," he remarked in turn, before taking the bottle she offered in turn, running over its surface with a calloused thumb. Nodding his approval, he added, "Thank you, Trixa. Truly."