"I can handle flailing too, beautiful." He kissed her forehead then, relieved at least to know she would bring it up if she felt overwhelmed.
He laughed at her comment, because it was what he had been doing, and he handed over the body wash as she requested. "Yes, ma'am," he grinned. "You're in luck, my muffins are delicious. Also I apologise if my body wash makes you smell like a man."