Casey's chest rose and fell in a sigh that bespoke of the effort he was making to let go of the tension that the attack had put him under.  The slender hand that slipped into his own sent another silly little thrill shooting up his arm.  There was something electric about Evelyn's touch.  When they stopped in the bathroom, he let his eyes sweep it.  It was still humid and warm from Evelyn's shower not long before, the mirror fogged, and the shower still dripping.  "Alright,"  He agreed, as she slipped back out into the master bedroom to make the call.<br/><br/>The blonde wizard wasted little enough time in shrugging out of his coat.  He left it in a pile on the floor, flecks of dried blood flaking onto the tile.  He was going to have to do a deep-clean on the bathroom when he was done.  It paid to be a little paranoid as an agent of the DMS.  His undershirt was next, the button-down's arm stiff with dried blood.  A bleach soak was going to be the only way to be sure, barring a meticulous effort with a forensic eye for detail.  The clothes he could just burn.  Grimacing for the work to be done, he kicked off his shoes, and shoved down his trousers, and his boxer-briefs, 'til he stood only in his skin.<br/><br/>A moment later, he was in the shower, and the hot cascade of water was washing away dried blood and tension in equal measure.  The drain ran pink, and his arm gave a recalcitrant twinge as he scrubbed.  He was nearly finished with his rinse when Evelyn's voice brought his attention to the door again.  For a moment he thought she might just step right on in, but she seemed content to speak through the door.  "Yeah,"  He agreed.  "I uh...  Did you pack me any clothes when we left the apartment?  I...  I don't think I have any."