"Not a problem Jasmin."<br/><br/>Pretending not to notice her enticing form, he led her to the elevator and stepped inside. Putting his key into the slot next to the number three, he gave it a turn and pushed the button. Since his apartment was on the top floor, he was the only one with access to get up, unless you had the keys to the back stairs, or the elevator key to get the lift up to the third floor. It was mainly for security, but he just thought it was cool as hell. It secretly made him feel kinda secret-agenty, like he had a hideout. He would never, ever, admit that however.<br/><br/>As they rode up, Jericho noticed that even though she was semi-dry, Jasmin was still freezing in the cool elevator in her wet clothes. That and the pert breasts were distracting him to the point of embarrassment. Blushing slightly, he took off his top shirt, as he was wearing a t-shirt under his v-neck, and offered her the v-neck.<br/><br/>"How ungentlemanly of me. I'll trade ya for the towels." he said, trying to avert his eyes, lest he offend her and she think he was some sort of perv.