Claudia hadn't been trying to torture him. Not with that bit, anyway. The slip of towel had genuinely been an accident, even if coming out in the towel to start with hadn't been.
After she pulled the rest of her clothing on (save socks and shoes), she helped herself to a spot on his bed, as though nothing at all had happened here.
"So, are you going to eat that Fuji's or do I need to take care of it myself?" she smirked.