"My bed was pretty soggy. Like stepping into a kiddie pool of blood soggy. It was oozing across the floor, too." Nathan paused to consider this, muttering to himself again about 'beds full of blood... blood bed... blood room...' This continued for several moments as he tried to work out lyrics. Realising he could, in fact, multitask, he resumed running his hands through the lather on Charles' chest, moving upward to get his neck too.