He looked down at his coat in his hand. He'd be able to clean the stuff of, but would he ever be rid of the smell? Even if Archie cleaned the stuff off the streets, what of the gunk that seeped into the ground? Was he slowly poisoning the water supply? Contaminating it with this stuff? He couldn't be sure it was even dangerous, but nothing that smelled so foul was ever a good thing.

His first thought was to throw the jacket at the man, but that would risk losing it. So it was with a great deal of self control that he only shook it. Hard. Whipping the leather toward Archie, releasing globs of the smelly substance at the man. It's all he had to say on the matter.