Oh? And do you prefer it that way at present?

[He asks, while snaking a hand beneath the end of the towel. Up and along her thigh, coming to rest just shy of where it shouldn't be. Fingers drumming upon her skin, but doing no more for the moment. At least she has that much to preserve her dignity; without it, she'd be in trouble right about now.

Then again, maybe he wouldn't.]

Do you find me too disgusting, arrogant, vile to bring to your bed? Are you a proud enough woman to refuse me, or...?

[He thinks they both know the answer to that one.]