"So terribly sorry, dear. Next time I'll ask for your permission," she returns tartly - pausing in ringing out the damp material and dropping it with a distinctly unpleasant, very wet noise.

"And I was going to give it back in a little while, your Majesty," her hands press momentarily to her hips, before sliding down to the hem of his shirt. "But if you want it so badly, fine."