Matt nods, sliding out of his lap, and stands somewhat jelly-legged (and a little dreamy) while he ponders.

First of all: pants off, boxers on. His jeans have some white streaks on them, but he's not too worried about it. (He nudges his shoes and socks off while he's at it.)

A moment's rummaging in his bag, and he comes up with a few crumpled coffee-shop napkins.

"Uh ... unless you'd rather do it in the civilized way, with soap and a towel. I don't currently have either."