"I know," he replied. "But still. You're not entirely clothed either." He didn't want to look at her like that. She wasn't his girlfriend, she was a woman sitting on his bed with a towel on. That was not something that he wanted to deal with having images of in his head right now. "I'm just...there's a factor. With me being polite. And yeah."
He didn't wash his arm. He just awkwardly stood in the bathroom, arms folded over his chest as he attempted to wait patiently for Elisabeth to finish. After a short while, he poked his head out of the door and said, "Are you dressed yet?"