He watched as she made her way from the window towards the bed, robe sliding off her shoulders and pooling in the floor. A smirk etched its way across his face as she crawled across the bed and snatched the drink from his hand. "Oh, I dunno, I'm sure we could think of something to keep ourselves occupied." he said with a shrug full of all levels of nonchalance.
"But, for the record, I see straight through your tactics of distraction." he pointed out, very matter-of-factly, casting a glance in her direction. It was a sort of open-ended push for her to talk if she wanted to, but without the exact direct asking it of her.