George paused, one hand on the wall, shaking his head like a dog and sending droplets flying, then turned and walked the few steps to where she stood. He's been naked in front of her before, and it doesn't embarrass him now. He's never been naked and wet, granted, but naked is nothing.
"Thank Merlin you got here when you did," he remarked, holding out his hand for the towel. "If you'd come ten minutes ago, you'd have caught the precursor to toffee removal." He took the terry and rubbed at the dripping ends of his hair, not bothering to reach for the other towel or wrap anything around his waist. She'd come too late for the raging hard-on the shower produced in the first place, although he imagined if she continued to smirk, it would reappear.