"Good." Fred didn't like this discussion, but she was glad to know that Sam wasn't the kill anything that might bite people type. Her fingers squeezed his before she tugged a little.
"You smell like a bar, and you're not hot enough to get in bed with smelling like that." She still blushed when she admitted to her attraction, now and then. "I like my sheets to smell closer to clean than saloon, thank you. I have them, I'm going to take good care of them." She nodded.
"Plus, I like any excuse to see your manly chest." She laughed, cheeks growing darker. She gave him another tug. It wasn't exactly sexy times she was going for as she motioned for him to sit on the edge of the tub. She hoped he'd take off his own shoes and maybe the jacket before she started working him out of his clothes. She just wanted to be close to him.