Robin is quick to comply, a reward for good obedience.

"Thank you."

Not that it's all that hard to dote on them when they're nudging into him like that. He wraps them up nice and snug, rubbing their arms and torso dry before folding the top of the towel in around their collar. A quick duck towards that crate produces a smaller, less hideous towel, which he promptly uses to try and sponge some water out of Phalanx's new, adorable ringlets.

"Perfect. Cleaner than you've been in a while, I'll bet..."