“The wet hair is not as attractive as the curls. But I think you’ve more than made up for it with the shirt.” He squeezed the hand that was still cupping her for emphasis. “And just so you know, you are only marginally prettier than I am. I am very well-liked I’ll have you know. Just not by the cooks. It’s hard to get through to them. I don’t know what more I can do other than take them out of the Weyr on a date. Speaking of, what do you feel like? Beaches, meadows, forests? The advantage of having a dragon is that you can choose anything, really.”