He stepped back, grinning but giving her a few inches to straighten, stretch, and... well, leak. His eyes flicked from her wet thighs up toward her face where it -mostly- settled, save the occasional wayward flicker. "I hope you don't expect to hear an apology." He chuckled, entirely confident enough to realise she didn't, before shaking his head of the loud chuckle. "The clothes are washable, or replaceable. Unless you particularly -want- to remain nude; I am sure few would complain."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>