Nick doesn't bat an eye at the shapeshifting, or at Lyall walking around undressed. He's had more than enough time to get used to both, and by now, he's barely even distracted by the attraction he doesn't want to acknowledge.

He pulls the bottle of water he carries with him out of his inside jacket pocket, offering it to Lyall instead of saying what he's thinking. Even if they have made a dent, more will likely just come. "I should start carrying mouthwash."