Not his finest moment. He doubted Michael would stand around waiting like an awkward schoolboy with his arms limply folded after climbing out of a pool. In fact he was sure Michael wouldn't do that. Michael would be dashing, taking control of the situation with ease and without a hint of embarrassment, a smile on his face.

Whereas he was being scrutinized and found wanting. She didn't have to say it. She didn't have to say it. Her look said it all. It bothered him on levels he didn't know he had. He couldn't blame her. He'd been truly amazing as a car. This gangly body he'd been given in replacement couldn't begin to compare.

"Are you finished?" It was as much an accusation as a question as he reached for the damp towel.