If she said it was ok, then he was inclined to believe her. Humans were strange, fickle things, and unpredictable at the best and worst of times. He let her squeeze his hand and even curled his fingers to close around her own, cracking another grin. "Pretty bold, kid," he agreed. He considered making a joke, something along the lines of offering his services if she ever wanted to be properly kissed again, but decided against it, opting instead to let her help him to his feet. His clothes felt about ten pounds heavier and were clinging in some very uncomfortable places, so her suggestion to get clean was a welcome distraction.
"A hose?" He gave her a disappointed look, and turned to start leading her further into the tent. A few steps in the mud and he stumbled though, swearing softly under his breath, catching himself against her shoulder. He quickly righted himself, but not before muttering an apology to her; he very rarely made such slips, hardly ever actually, but it was clear he was less than pleased with it, his face scrunched in displeasure. Once they were out of the slick wetness he found his footing again as though it'd never happened, though, ducking and weaving through the oversized jungle with his typical assuredness.
Pushing through the greenery, he scratched mud flakes from his hair. "I've got a place here where I wash up, since I... ya know. Live here." He shoved a low-hanging branch out of their way and held it aside for her; in the back corner of his garden, completely ringed by trees and shrubbery more than ten times their normal size, was a small pool of water, the supply from which the gardens got their sustenance. He gestured to it. "Slightly better than a hose, I think. ANd don't worry, I'm not trying to bathe with you or anything. I'm fully intending to let you go first."