Lily looked. Why wouldn't she? There was a guy getting naked (sort of) in front of her ... of course she was going to look. Her brows elevated a little, and she couldn't help but grin. He was hard already? "You don't think you're getting any, do you?" she murmured, gesturing slightly toward the obvious tent in his boxers.
Still, a challenge was a challenge, so she ran her hands to her waist, unbuttoning her shorts and pushing them down her thighs until gravity took over. She stepped out of them, slipping her shoes off as she did.
Crossing her arms under her breasts again, she grinned to him, wondering if they were just going to stand here, or if he was going to get into the tub. Then she wondered if they'd ... do anything.
If her father wasn't here, she might be a little more inclined to act on the impulses she had but ... her dad was here. He was bound to hear about this, somehow, in that way he had of knowing everything. So shouldn't she at least try to behave and pretend she had some modicum of decency?