Her eyebrows climb, and she leans forward against the seat belt to grab the towel, now a little damp and wrinkled. "Oh, did you want this back?"

Bundling it up, she tosses it into his lap, lips pressed into a frown of mock concentration, before sparkling eyes turn back on him. "There you go. Now it's just borrowing."

He's leaning on the console, and she wishes she hadn't buckled herself in, considers undoing the clasp just so she can lean forward, put a hand on his face and draw him in for a kiss to keep this heat building, but they're still out in public and old habits die hard, even if there's no reason to keep personal affections behind closed doors anymore.

So her eyes slide to the steering wheel and back, instead, and she tips her head, reminding. "I would, however, like to steal a shower, so..."