"Ingredients, sir." His eyes gazed straight ahead. He didn't glance at his coat with a drool spot on it. In fact, he didn't care. It was the coldest spot on his body. "I washed this shirt better than you brush your teeth, sir." He replied without thinking. A look of shock jolted upon his face. He actually just said that. Out loud. He couldn't open his mouth as his teeth were clenched too tightly together. His breathing had stopped as his pulse grew faster. He would sweat if he had any fluids in his body other than the piss that was about to be scared out of him, but somehow stayed in.