"You'd faint if I said yes," she said, wrinkling her nose. He probably would, too, and then she'd be out of a breakfast. "So I'll let you off the hook this time, but I make no such promises if you offer again."
Wriggling from his grasp, she turned, smirking at him. "Towels are in the closet in the bathroom - and don't take all the hot water or I'll be terribly cross with you. You'd owe me more than one breakfast in that case."