"That would be him. If you drop by the Bar, you should get to meet him, too," he mused. George wasn't exactly the most social on the best of days, but that was all the more reason Owen wanted to make sure that he didn't close his ranks far too tightly.

Owen grimaced and automatically plucked at the front of his shirt. The thought hadn't totally occurred to him yet. He would probably have to air his clothes out... somehow. Getting it past George wouldn't be easy, but he would rather deal with his husband fretting and getting annoyed than tipping off the guard force. "Aye, yeah. Thanks for the tip, John."