If I'd pitched up a-courtin', varnished in sweat, sand and suncream, and dank netherregions to boot, I would most certainly have asked for a shower. And baby wipes for the saddle of my bike. He even doubles down on it as a come on later.

Yep. Although he didn't change before going to Charlie's house, at least he had the decency to ask to use the shower. Then he went and ruined it all by putting the same jeans back on! No wonder the air turned blue when he took them off again.