Ray simply stared at his brother with a brow raised and an incredulous look. "You forget I was wearing that," he said, completely unphased by the smell of it. One eventually got used to the stench if they were wearing it. Besides, after years of fighting in dirty back alleys had probably desensitized him to awful smells.

He snapped at his brother with the towel again with a smirk. "Why don't you see to that shirt before you expire from it," he said as he wound the towel up for yet another attack, "That why I can finish cleaning myself up in peace unless you'd like to sleep with the smell in our room for the night.."