Finally, he won his struggle against the buttons. The stiff fabric was peeled away and tossed onto the other side of the washbasin. Mr. Dempsey had already begun scrubbing away at the lapel of his coat. It was difficult to judge from his angle. Ahn-Bo knew nothing of laundering, but he was almost positive that a splash of water from the sink wasn't going to do the trick. He turned his attention to his chest and stomach and grimaced. The drink had indeed gone through the fabric and now was a rather unpleasant texture.

"We couldn't have had that, could we?" He teased as he used a damp hand towel to clean up. "I would have had to step up as a gentleman and entertain your lady friend myself. Who would have done the laundering for me, then?" Thankfully, the green had been fairly easy to clean away. He'd been half concerned it would leave his skin with a strange green tint that he'd have to explain away later. His attention turned to the shirt he'd just removed, brow furrowed. It was very, very green. Unsure of what else to do, he shoved the entire thing in the washbasin and poured as much water as he could over it. Greenish water bounced off the sink as he did so, splashing everything nearby (including Don Juan.)