[A laugh startles out of Clive at that, mirth sparkling in his eyes.]

I think you'll be alright on the jealousy front. As long as you don't start treating me like the second coming of god, we'll be fine.

[Clive helps Verso into the robe after his body is dried off and gives his head a solid rub down to get the extra moisture out of his hair before walking with him to the bed. He pulls back the covers.]

I need to clean up first, but I could go for a nap.