"He--" The moment that Fae took the cloth from him and threw it across the room was the moment he gave a very, very dirty look. Did he not just complain of them smelling like piss and blood? The most logical step was to wash that off, hence the basin and cloth. Keelan's toes flexed, the miserable feeling of dirt and mud still between his toes making him feel a little gross and frustrated.

Keelan could argue that thinking was one of the few activities that kept him sane in his captivity, but at the moment he was so affronted he didn't feel like trading barbs. Apparently being dirty would be an adjustment for the future.

He was still giving Fae that dirty look, even as he watched the other man cross the room and spoke to someone outside the door. Even as he toyed with the bath token and grinned at him. However, with the proclamation of a bath, he finally understood. His features smoothed out and he looked far less agitated, even calm now. "I wasn't aware they had a bath in a place like this."