Dirk also stops, turning with almost comedic reluctance to stare at Hythlodaeus with that flat, blank expression. The black smudges attract his attention first, but therein lies the distraction--his first association is less 'hair dye' and more 'grey paint,' or--

"Hold up, c'mere a second." He puts up a hand to glance into the bathroom. Then he glances at Emet.

"You're not off the hook yet, either. Don't change the narrative. Four seconds ago it was about squandering your sleep."