Being from a time where Felix was a child the last time Glenn was alive, nothing seems particularly recognizable. He's only ever really met his brother -- brothers, and his father, and Dimitri again.

"Yeah, thanks."

In any case, Glenn doesn't snoop, and shakes out more pollen in the bath. Finding and running the shower is bliss, and he's fine so long as he keeps his eyes off of his own body. He can already see the marks where he touches without looking as he washes off the pollen.

He's still... hm. Warm under his skin. Even more so along the more sensitive areas of scar tissue. He ignores the urge to touch himself - he's a guest here in this stranger's home.

He doesn't let himself linger, though. He's in and out in less than ten minutes, and back in his original clothes. Only thing not dry is his hair, which he still is idly toweling dry.

"Thanks for the shower use. I had more pollen on me than I thought."

He's not going to assume there will be any tea for him. He won't be surprised if he's ushered out the door very soon.