"Or I could stick with carrying your towel." His smile was more akin to a smirk now, the smug satisfaction of knowing he'd dodged a bullet. The frown that he never used to have to.

Something about the way she said it made him set his mug aside suddenly, getting up to check his drawers. The dresser's drawers. He sighed, defeated. Speedos. He'd have to get rid of them, sooner rather than later. He made a face at the ceiling, silently cursing the castle.