You've got me half exposed and on the floor...

It brings up an image that's a little different to the one she's displaying right now, and something spasms across his face. Irritation. Definitely irritation.

He should just say fuck it and leave her to it, but he doesn't. It's probably a sick urge, but whatever. No one is ever going to accuse the two of them of being normal. He reaches back over to grab the rag again. 'Like you wouldn't do the same fucking thing."