Goddammit. Fortunately the actual slobber vanished when he changed back—but he still has to fight the urge to run the water scalding and strip his face bare. Instead, he pats it clean, with cool water and a pH-neutral cleanser, thank you, before taking a breath, bracing himself, and opening that door back up.

"Hey, boy," he says cautiously, cracking the door, prepared for a metric buttload of Dog to hit it from the other side.