"But it's a good smell." Vector pouts.
"Blood is the worst, don't even try to argue with me about this." Nasch rolls his eyes and points at the bath tub.
"It's not even my blood." Vector idly plays with his knife and pockets it again. "Come on, don't be a killjoy."
"It is, however, my apartment, and you smell awful. Learn to use poison." Nasch picks up Vector and dumps him, fully clothed, in the tub.
Vector scowls. "You know I hate water."
"Oh, cry me a river." Nasch reaches for the shampoo bottle, but Vector tugs at his hair and arm and pulls him into the tub.
"Now we're even." Vector grins. "You should be glad it's not your blood."
Nasch contemplates punching Vector, but Vector has a knife and mobility in soaked clothes is very low, so instead he starts undressing in the water. "You're a piece of shit."
"You didn't have to strip for me, you know."
"I'll kill you."
"I'd love to see you try." Vector laughs and gets rid of his clothes too, but keeps the knife.
"You're such a freak." Nasch's face twists in disgust.
"You tried to bathe me. Are you really in the position to talk?"