He shrugs.

'It's a shirt.'

He doesn't get attached to clothes. As for the laundry, he simply goes to the door, opens it and yells a name. He picks up his own jeans and holds them out to the maid that appears.

'Get rid of them. And clean up hers. We're going out as soon as they're done so hurry up.'

He really wants to be out of here before his uncle shows up and before his father realises how much danger Hector was in.