"But I've already washed up; do I have to stay dirty for another two days? You just need to pay for my bath," I choked, barely resisting.
"With your logic, shouldn't you have sought the approval of the perpetrator, like me, before washing the dirt off yourself? Otherwise, once out of my sight, I could refuse to pay. Clothes can be proven with a laundry receipt, and Zexiu is a witness, but who knows where the dirt on your body came from? Or whether you washed it off at home?" He countered me with the same logic I used the day I insisted he take off his clothes in public because I dirtied them.
"Do you have any evidence that the dirt on my body wasn't splashed by you?" I retorted, sounding like a tongue-twister, illogical yet not completely unreasonable, "Even if I washed at home, wouldn't that require water and electricity?"