"...Precisely." Stein was debating explaining that it wasn't a venom exactly, but once he noticed that she wasn't leaning anymore, he decided to drop the subject lest she go back to resisting her offer for help.

He smiled slightly as the fox started drying his sweater off. Now this was how laundry was done. "I get the slightest feeling it's only obliging to do this so you'll pick it up again," he mumbled with a snicker.