Cerrit's head turns so he can look at Watson finally. This isn't how he imagined stripping for this man, and he's not sure how to feel about it. And like, sometimes between exhaustion and pain and stress, the beak takes over and says things without consulting the brain. You know the phenomenon, yes?

"Why don't you take your shirt off, too?"

Oh god why.

"I mean, so we don't get blood on it, of course."