Osioa looks at her. "Not...lady...drop the lady shit...please...I hate it. I hate those titles." she says softly. She then actually notices his appearance. She turns pink for a split second. Then notices and turns back to normal. "I noticed." she says to his sleeping comment. "Please...stop being overly respectful...it is very...aggrivating." she says. Trying to say it in a nicer way then flat out shut the hell up with that title bullshit. She blinks and is caught offgaurd. Therefore when he said they needed to talk...she could only nod her head. She frowns. He wanted to leave and didn't want to leave. Same way she wanted him gone yet didn't want him gone. He has made her life so very confusing and complicated.<br/><br/>She looks at him. Watching him. "It should be...its your food." she looks at him confused. "How can you say that." she asks. Was he saying no to eating it? Or was he going to- Her thoughts cut off suddenly after he stripped. Her face turning pink as he started washing. She walks over to the water. And she looks at him. He was very...attractive. And...well built. And...why the hell was she even thinking things such as that??? She waqtches the water on his body and from his hair. She looks at him. And sits on the riverbank. Kicking her bare feet in the water. "Hmmm......" she actually thinks about it. "Hmm....nope...no towel for you." she says. Sticking her tongue out at him. "You gonna have to sun dry...like humans do to grapes. Or stay and turn into a wet prune." she says. Yet it was angry or rough sounding...it was more playful. Shy or not...she wanted to see what he'd do. She sits down ontop of his clothes. "Well...make up your mind. Your slower than an old old grandpa." she says in a serious yet teasing way. "And I am finding your clothing very comfy to sit on." she says with an impish smile.