[He chuckles, though the sound is muted as she licks his cheek, putting his hands on her chest to gently shove at her again. How dare she try to make him feel better when he just wants to be miserable? Rude.

He gets what she's aiming for immediately- he did do it once, but, of course, he was doing it on instinct and just drying off while he was still clothed, so the only thing that got the benefit of the quick-dry was his head, arms, and feet.] You're one dedicated lady. It's been a long time since I've been embarrassed this many times in one day.

[Seeing as she blocked him from view before, he moves so she does it again, and then drops down on all fours. It's as natural to him as getting back up on two legs, but with the water pressing his fur to his skin, it's easy to see that the bones and joints don't move in a way that seems entirely natural- seamless, yes, but logic dictates certain things should move in certain ways, and yet...

There's only a short pause before he gives himself a hard shake, spraying water every which way (some of it definitely directed at her- he'll take what little acts of mischief he can, much like a bratty child).] There you go. You happy now?