Ein had noticed the water bottle, he glanced toward Angel. “I don’t mind it...though, if I am to be going out for tasks it may be more appropriate to be fully clothed.” he said softly as he used the back of his left hand/forearm to wipe sweat from his brow, this pushed his hair out of his face.<br/>It was the first glimpse Angel had seen of the fox’s face. His features were soft but still masculine, his brows a gentle arch, his large dark eyes were ringed with the telltale signs of a long-term lack of sleep. Handsome seemed and understatement, but the heavy rings of sleep deprivation held his looks back.