[Thank god the towels they provide are thick and cover a lot. But not nearly enough for his taste as he feels her eyes on him, every inch of exposed gray slate on his chest and the darker, shiny pebbles embedded here and there.]
[Remembering how she said she thought he was actually... cute is making his fluster even worse, distracting him enough that he hasn't moved to flee in terror yet. Not quite as distracting as her body, which he is actively trying not to look at.]
[But, he doesn't turn away again, just looks distinctly at everything but her.] You did. And don't do it again!! [he quickly adds, in case she got any weird ideas.]