[It seemed Vincent's voice was enough to jar Kit from the endless obstacle course of questions his mind had concocted and, with only a small start, he released the towel and Vincent both, taking a step back to put some much needed distance between them. What on earth had he been thinking? He could just have reminded Vincent to dry his hair, he hadn't needed to go to such great lengths.]

I'm sorry, I just remembered something.

[The lie came more easily to him than he cared to admit, but it was the sort that could do no real harm. Quite the opposite, in fact. The truth would no doubt introduce an awkwardness between him and his guest that Kit just didn't want to deal with. Better to put it completely from even his own mind, in fact!]

I trust you can finish with your hair. And...in the closet over there you'll find a washer-dryer for your own things.

[He'd been willing to wash them himself a few minutes ago, but now the idea seemed like a very bad one indeed.]