Almost despite himself Coop took a deep whif as Sarah brandished the bottle. Darned if it wasn't some of the best smelling stuff he had ever encountered after all. He settled back on the edge of the broad countertop that surrounded the the double sinks, eyes half closed - at first to contemplate the scent without distraction, then in an effort to keep from goggling as he watched Sarah applying the lotion. A quiet sigh of contentment and appreciation was his only response to her admonition to keep his hands to himself for the moment. It was clear from the way his gaze followed her, though, that he was fixing this moment in his mind's eye. Even years from now, he knew, he would be thinking back to this scene and feeling the same warm satisfaction.<br/><br/>Like any male his own preparations took far less time. A few brisk swipes with the towel and he was dry enough to go back into his clothes. He followed Sarah back into the bedroom, collected the various bits he had been wearing from their landing places around the room, and reassembled himself.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay," he chuckled, "No more waylaying, promise. Scout's honor." Tucked under one arm he had brought another towel. "Here. To roll your suit up in. Wanna stop by your room first? I know the rule is usually 'no shoes, no shirt, no service'. Not sure how they feel about 'no skivvies'."