Just Start Washing.

"M-maybe we should get to washing you? I don't want to take up more of your time than I already have, Ulgreth..." You say, trying to turn the conversation away and into something more productive. "I feel bad for interrupting, I don't want to make your day worse with unneeded annoyances." Your voice taking a more comfortable tone, comfortable that your expert persuasion skills will get you out of this.

The orc turns to look away, his face unable to be seen from below. Perhaps he's a little abashed for letting the compliment to him work it's way into his head so easy. His muscles relax, and he repositions himself and you to a more conservative stance, you standing a few feet away from him. "Ah, It seems I've gotten a bit carried away. My apologies." His gaze focused upon yours carrying a look of milk apologetics. "Let's continue, and we can go along with out days."

You can't help but think you soured the mood just a bit, but he doesn't seem to be all too peeved at your weaseling. You start to pick up the meagre cleaning supplies available to you at the time afforded by the orc, and step back in to the Orc's area of influence. "Shall I get to work?" You ask, hoping to lighten up the slight tension resting between the two of you.