"Of course you're not," he says cheerily. Shaking out his damp hair, he drags his fingers through it in lieu of a proper comb -- he worked out most of the tangles in the shower already -- and chucks the towel at the privacy screen. It catches on one corner, hangs there a moment...

...and then slides off to the floor.

Groaning, he gets back up to hang the towel properly.

As he does: "If you were, Lan Zhan, I would not have added you to the warding talisman on the door."