*blinks heavily against a surge of twisting, coiling warmth inside (such a contrast with the chill on his skin), and seeing the answering look on your face, quite suddenly decides it's time someone made an executive decision here*
*deliberately drops his towel, and after a moment, takes yours from your hand and drops it as well* *murmurs, easing in the last few foot-shuffles to meet you, taking his time* I just... didn't want to jump you the moment you walked through the door. *as though explaining* I thought you'd be hungry after the trip down.