"Yeah. Yeah, no. I don't want that shit." He's not sure how to clean for that - the only option he's used so far has been fire. And he can heal a lot, but he's not sure he wants to go that far. He sighs and leans into the other's hand. It's... warm and comforting, even if his body is a bit cold.

Help... hm. "Y... yeah. I need to make sure that there's nothing left when I clean it. And I... can't really reach the center of my back. Usually I'd use a towel or something but... a helpful hand would be... nice." He flushes very slightly pink, but... it's okay. "Don't... don't leave. Please."