[Sherlock scowls at him.]

I'm filthy, I've been walking through the woods in the spring where there is enough pollen, animal dander and other assorted allergens to discomfort even the healthiest individual, with an uncleaned wound tucked under linen while I continue to move about, rubbing against said linen as I hike. I'm sure your scrapes are loving the sting of sweat and grime just as much. Nothing soap and water won't fix.