It was a very pointed statement, pointed enough that it made Solomon laugh quietly as he found a place to put his clothes and turned. Entirely by chance--no, really--he caught himself in the mirror and grimaced, reaching up to tug on the beard that had grown in. His hair was longer than he'd like it, too--though at least its current state hid the slight curl.

"Go ahead," he said with a deliberately idle flap of his hand, going to the cabinet behind the mirror to see whether Shudder also gave out complementary shaving utensils. He did, apparently--though the razor was a straight-blade, which implied someone had simply left it behind or forfeited it some time ago, and Shudder had put it where it would be appreciated. The soap was in a tub instead of a hard bar, though. That made things easier. Solomon eyed himself critically, stirring up a bit of a lather with the brush. "I'm going to get rid of this ... bush first."

Maybe trim his hair while he was at it, if Raine didn't get too impatient with him.