She side-eyed him, while twisting her hair in the towel, and at the same time leaning against the bathroom wall so she didn't wobble off axis. The half-smile on her face was as close as one could put as her 'usual'. Sideways leaning, with a hint of teeth and challenge.
"Well you're just a hot mess, aren't you," she teased, though breathily. Being winded from drying off from a shower? Christ. She may have been worse off than she thought- or just, right out of a hot shower with an even hotter man, and really fucking hungry.
Claire dropped her eyes from him, concentrating on 'independently' sliding his boxers on one leg at a time. "I'll teach you how to paint your nails too, Princess."