Heather was already feeling pretty smug about herself as soon as he followed after her. If there was one way to get him to stop pouting or feeling bad about something, it was usually in this ballpark. She didn't mind, of course, as long as it worked. And yes, she did get more than a little enjoyment out of it, so there was that, too.
She was already turning on the water and adjusting it to a warm temperature when he entered the bathroom. Over her shoulder, she smirked at him and asked, "Now are you gonna bitch at me the next time I offer to help you?"