She gives him a crooked grin, not quite understanding, but trusting him. She's not sure if he's hurting, or if this is an exercise in self-restraint, one of those delicious games he likes to play from time to time.

"Sure." She shuts off the faucets and reaches for a towel, first for him and then for herself, wrapping herself up tight.

"Come on." She waits for him, making sure to keep her distance.