What a wonder. He'd half expected to suddenly find himself in some fashion of pain. And even though she pulled back a little, there were still parts of them that were touching.
"Oh, come on," he scolded. "You work nearly all the time. When was the last time you enjoyed a proper sort of bath? They say horrible things about the side effects of 'all work and no play.'"
He'd taken to gesturing with his bottle. Though he paused a moment to take another drink. He was getting to the point where the rum almost tasted buttery now. Or maybe that was just some kind of conceptual transference from how pleasantly warm his blood felt under his skin.
"I'll keep my clothes on," he vowed, sincere despite his smirk.