He puts his hands up for the universal side of surrender, one entire side of his body bright red from where the too-hot shower had been hitting him, and was now spraying the other side.

"No promises," He says, wetting his lips, his eyes squinting slightly from the spray of the shower. He was on complete, full display, now, and a display it was. His stubble was darker than usual - four days without a shave - and his arousal was obvious enough that they probably could have set up a tent with it.

And he was decidedly Not Thinking.