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[b]Clay[/b] had just slipped into a steaming warm bath when he heard the ruckus at his door. 

[i]Clay? It's Alex. Can I come in?[/i]

The hot water soothed his aching muscles as it seeped into his skin, the air above now grew increasingly chilly by comparison. There was no way he was getting out of the warm water. 
Soft faint slithers of red swirled around on the ripples of his body before fading into nothingness against the larger volume of water.

He held his breath for a moment as he contemplated remaining silent but with a heavy sigh he eventually replied. 

[b]"If you must, but know that I'm not decent and that's unlikely to change."[/b]

His voice, although tired, held the usual tormenting, sarcastic and defiant undertones. After that he grumbled something to himself that Alex couldn't quite hear, it was probably for the best.