He slips and shuffles only a little as he drags himself up from where he was half-curled on the bottom of the tub. The water slides off, dripping from the tips of long fingers, and he gives his arms a small shake, unbashful about his own nudity. He'd had that beat out of him at an early age, with the women he'd spent the most time with.

"Something to drink is even easier, so you don't need to feel like you're asking anything much, you know." He moves away for the thick towels, glancing back over his shoulder with a smile, less broad than some that met his face. A little concerned. "You shouldn't talk about it that way. And anyway, if you want, you can stay here for however long suits you. I just assumed you had things to get back to. Maybe I assumed wrong."

He stretches an arm out toward her, offering a towel.