“We were at Gerschon’s for over a day — you couldn’t have taken a shower and washed your clothes?”
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Vikous said, taking another draw from his cigar.
Calliope raised her eyebrows. “What?” She looked over his rumpled, stained clothing. “Please don’t tell me that you melt if you come in contact with water or something, because that would be really stupid.”