It is. [He says evenly and mildly as he closes the door behind them.] He may happen upon your clothes. He will know what has happened, not that it will make a whit of difference.

[He leads him to the bed by his very-convenient handle, then gives him a firm shove. He starts to unbutton his shirt, standing and staring at Kiehl.]

Are you used to men treating you this way? You seem to enjoy it.