"Really, it's fine," Mary reassured him. "You're doing an excellent job. I have no complaints."
Especially when he looked like that. His chest was gleaming with sweat and it made his body practically shine in the dim light. Mary tried not to leer at him because that would be incredibly impolite, but it was almost difficult not to.
"Why is it that you can go so long without water?" She asked, scooting a bit closer to him once he sat down. "Good genes?" Very good, though he did say that he'd been sick a lot as a kid.