[The moment she takes notice of his attention, she shifts in just such a way that she thinks is a little more modest. That does little about the heat rising to her cheeks. Fine. Let him look some moments, she thinks, before she abruptly turns her back to him to make way for the water, leaning down to snatch up conveniently placed soap and cloth.]

Didn't you kind of do the same thing? You didn't exactly ask. I didn't exactly say you couldn't. I guess the circumstances are a little different. I still don't get the interest, but better than you deliberately trying to stir up trouble.

[They have enough of it without his antics, amusing though they may sometimes be.]