Osreor rolled his eyes up to try and still look at Ben with his head ducked. He couldn't see much other than his body, which was another reminder that the guy wasn't bad looking at all. Os didn't tend to make decisions based on such things, but his thoughts did linger on what he was seeing for a few moments as he awaited Ben's touch.
He first felt Ben's fingertips on his still very damp hair, a reminder to the demon that Ben was seeing him in a less than perfect state, which did bug him. He felt an urge to get up and fix his hair, but he stayed still. A few moments later, he felt a tingle as a finger stroked one of his horns. He wondered if Ben was trying to get him to react, and he made an effort to not show any reaction, though he did feel a shift under his towel. Os moved an arm to rest across his lap, mainly to ensure his towel didn't slip any more than it already had.