Her shirt was stuck to her, soaking wet, it brought a bigger smile to his face for multiple reasons. The first of such being that she had come back to him for help after everything that had gone on. The second reason was the view, what guy in their right mind wouldn't appreciate the view of an insanely beautiful woman in a wet t-shirt that was very see through at this point.<br/><br/>He took a swig of his beer as she let herself into his place, she had looked cold and he wasn't going to be a complete ass and tell her no. He did have some semblance of humanity inside of him, despite the fact that he did have a very jaded view of the world. He understood why she had asked the question that set him off in the bar, he still felt it was the wrong timing and her being drunk didn't help matters, but Mark was well aware he was going to have to answer for why he had so much hatred at some point.<br/><br/>He heard her call out to him and finally he got up. "Yeah, there is a towel in the bathroom, straight back, last door on the left, there is a spare under the sink." He grabbed his beer and cane and headed inside to provide whatever assistance he could to the princess. Well at least she acted like a spoiled version of a princess most of the time.<br/><br/>"Look, I am sure you are probably thinking that you could use some clothes or something, I am not sure how my stuff is going to fit you very well, but feel free to have a look around." Mark took another chug from his beer while walking down the hall and set the can on the kitchen counter. A small part of him very much wanted to see what she looked like with her shirt completely off.