[Klayko]

If his face could, it might have gone red at Brad trying to suggest he could help him bathe, but thankfully he realized that was a bad idea. Jaxon walked through the room. He might have saw a few things here and there, but it wasn't until he closed the bathroom door that he finally felt some kind of privacy. What was he going to do around two individuals content to keep a close eye on him at all times? For that matter, what were they going to do when he got back on the flight out of there in a week because that was what was going to happen whether they liked it or not. He just had to come to terms that he practically let Brad have his way with him on top of, well, the fact Brad and these Werejaguars existed. When he was sure Brad might have finally gotten dressed, he eased out the door. 

"If you insist on being at an earshot of me, I would really like to go back to my room and...I don't know...stay there?"

Henrique led them out to the front of the mansion, cars parked in the garage where he picked a very tacky one compared to the more luxurious kind. He knew the situation between them was weird, especially with the guard calling Ivan a Poor Guy. 

"Once we finished and knotted," he explained. "That primal urge to mate left and I began coming back to my senses. That and..."

He didn't finish, saying it wasn't worth discussing at the moment. He did not want Ivan to know that this was rigged, that most of Brazil was in on it and that the cameras and bystanders turned blind eye last night. As a result, there were plenty of Werejaguars dragging their knotted mates back somewhere much openly. 

"Anyways, this car helps me blend in. Helps keep me inconspicuous and less likely a target for raids."