Damn little tease. She was deliberately holding out on him, wasn't she? And what's worse...he was starting to think he liked it.
Well, obviously. It didn't take more than a glance at the flimsy towel tucked around his waist to see that he was really loving it- or at least, a specific part of his anatomy seemed to be. Hell, Kami could probably feel his interest from this close proximity; not that he was embarrassed or ashamed by that fact. Hey, it was a compliment!
...of course, petit Shae was really beginning to protest all this treatment by poking Kami insistently in the thigh, so what else was he supposed to do? Looked like it was time to step up his game.
"You' a real piece of wohk, ma cher," he murmured, leaving a parting nibble over the curve of her shoulder before withdrawing to look her in the eye. He couldn't quite resist the urge to reach up to her hairline and rake his fingertips through the long, silky strands, cradling the back of her head in his hand as he leaned in close enough to taste her breath on his lips.
"I' ahlmost t'ink you don' lahk da attention. Mebbe I jes' t'ank you fo' da hospitality and leave." His free hand trailed the length of her arm until he found her fingers, which he guided to rest at the hem of his towel, her fingertips brushing over the sharp prominence of his hipbone in the process. "Should I give yo' towel back now?"