"It wasn't your hand, was it?" she asked, trying to peer at them from behind him. She gave the towel an accidental squeeze, then spotted her mistake. "Oh, damn, sorry, Arthur. I can get you a dry one if you want it?" she asked, tossing out the paper towel in the trash bin. "It's all down your back," she added, before leaning up and blowing gently on his neck to dry it. "Sorry, you just looked like you could use some water, and now you're soaked."