"Oh good," Lucius heaves a sigh as he glances back at the folded clothes. "I tell you, I left a waistcoat and stockings in there after they'd finished, thinking aye, they're dry yeah?"

He grimaces as he strides, swaying a bit, to fetch the load by the door.

"Don't. The wrinkles that set in are a nightmare." He hoists the basket up and then, as he has it as his hip, remembers--

"Oh! Come along then, got to show you the hot tubs and the bar. Can't go giving me a day advantage, can you?"