[ Inigo drops the dirty cloth on the ground once he's done cleaning himself up, figuring he can just try to sneak it in with the laundry later, along with Tidus's own. No one would notice, right. He just has to be smooth about it. Stick it between some other things or something, and then stick it into the laundry machine himself. ]

Well, I mean.. I know how it works.

[ There's that, at least. Inigo does know how it's supposed to work between two guys, and it's not like he hasn't stuck fingers inside of himself before, so that's not a problem, but.. ]

But we don't have a lot of stuff back in Ylisse. Like.. protection? I have no idea what that's about. [ There's definitely a blush on his face when he admits to that, some shame, but at the same time.. it's just a fact. He can't make it any different than what it is. ] So you might have to keep out an eye for that. [ Since he wouldn't recognize it if it was dancing naked in front of him.

He pulls his shirt fully down again, smoothing it out. ]