The sound of the dogs claws skittered against the tile floor, as it double-backed. "You won't be getting out this way." Atem remarked sounding a little smug for his efforts. That smugness faded when he realized where it was aimed. Once he was sure this door was fastened he took after the purloined article of clothing once more.

Thankfully the funny looking stranger had seen to the opposite side of the room. It afforded Atem ample time to snatch up the dog, but the dog and it's stolen goods were swiftly forgotten as the soap suds quickly rose. "By the ....". He trailed off and the dog wriggled free.

"Not that much," Or so he thought. "Only about a cupful."