It's too late, really. He's standing there baffled by his own pile of laundry and the sympathetic glance, well! It really gets him going! His large white wings flex in irritation.

"Isn't this completely appalling? Here we are, dragged out of our own times and places, forced to clean up their mess and do our own laundry! I can't even... Well suffice to say, back at home I never had to do this sort of thing. That's what the dry cleaners were for. Honestly. I can't even begin to know how to work this fiendish device. Can you believe it requires money?" He clicks his tongue. "The longer I'm here the more I'm sure it's meant to be some sort of punishment."