Jet winces to himself hearing Albert's voice like that, no doubt from a dry throat. He wished he could be surprised that his fiance hadn't listened to him.

He started to turn over to face Albert when the smell of sweat and blood hit him and his face twisted to match the churning in his stomach. One pale hand shot out to push against Albert's chest -though not with much force. "Get lost, Heinrich, you reek. Spent too much time ripping dogs apart."

Jet was aware he probably didn't smell much better since there weren't exactly showers or even some running water around.