Zechs was going to reply - but he heard his fiancé talking to his digital assistant in the other room, before the man swept in. That certainly was one of his shirts on him - Zechs couldn’t help the way his expression softened slightly. Lorenz looked as if he had been working. He was rather enticing when he was slightly disheveled.

Focus.

His smile was wry. “I am always amenable to sharing, but it takes longer negotiation than his needs warranted. This is Sephiroth, and he’s rather correct. We’re both entirely filthy and could use a hot shower. Would you be able to help him?”