Niko probably should have been more put off. Instead he was reminded of some of the bombing victims in the war, burn victims pulled from rubble, that needed their skin cleaned. The smell on Charon proved he was far beyond that point.

He used a table napkin, holding the back of Charon's head and with his thumb up behind where his ear once was to keep him steady, 'cause he could tell he didn't like being tended to. All the while he was ignoring odd looks from customers because fuck them, they didn't have someone spit in their face.

He was trying to be quick about it, at least.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked, just to be sure.