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"No, they'e interesting." She rolled her lip between her teeth, flushing, still not looking up at him. "It's not a problem," she started, pulling her hands from her hips, and instead holding them in front of her, idly picking at the mud dried on her nails. "It's just, um."

<You're not usually this inarticulate..>

Oh my God, Warrick, please shut up.

Incredibly self conscious , her voice came out a lot smaller then it usually sounded when she spoke again. "It's a very nice back."

Peyton wasn't much of an expert on things like this, but years of training looked pretty nice. She rolled her eyes up to his face, lips pursed thoughtfully before chuckling at his last comment.

"Oh I dunno, I was quite comfortable cuddling with you." She grinned, and somehow managed not to blush. "No complaints here."

"We'll see." She could put his theory to the test Friday. There would be extensive testing. In the name of science. Riiiight.

The bathroom was coming up on their right, an Peyton gave an idle point in it's direction.

That made her pause. Stopping in the hallway to give him a questioning look as he moved past her to open the door and hold it open. "I don't want to cuddle with a lot of people." Her list of acceptable cuddle buddies was relatively small. Extremely small.

Casual touching was one thing, but Peyton wasn't one for casual affection with people she wasn't comfortable with.

Still frowning she slipped past him into the bathroom and moved straight for one of the shower stalls. The easiest way they were going to get clean was quite literally to just jump right in. It would get the majority of the mud, and once they, and their clothing, were mostly clean, they could worry about detailing.

"Mighty warrior, huh?" Her tone was flat, but the corners of her lips had twitched upwards as she turned on the shower and nimbly avoided the spray.

Her lips twitched. "Does my sister count?" If they were talking general cuddling, she'd done that plenty with Astrid. She'd also curled up with Gnat when they'd both been sick after the cruise mission. Now that she thought about it on a broad scale, rather then on a very narrow scale of young men, she had more experience then she'd originally thought.

As the visor came up lavender eyes rose to his face, and she grinned at him. At the muddy line that cut across his lower cheeks. And maybe also because he was cute. She wondered how many people on the island had actually seen his face, and hoped, a little selfishly, that it was a small number.

Slowly she stepped up under the cleansing spray of water, sucking in a breath at the relatively cool temperature. It wasn't bad, not once you got used to it, but the first few seconds always felt so much colder. It took a second for her to adjust, then small hands came up to work the mud out of her curls.

"I do not. For one, you're quite a bit taller then her. Last time I saw her she was an inch under me." Tiny ran in their family. At least on their mother's side. "Plus, you know, different sort of circumstances." She pushed her hands through her hair, forcing it back away from her face before rolling her eyes up to him, meeting that suspicious look and responded with a tilt of her head and a twitch of her brows that said clearly 'What?'

The suggestion of soup was met with a whimsical chuckle and a nod. "Yeaaaah, that probably would have been a good idea." Ah well, hindsight. At least they were getting all the mud off.

Peyton and turned her attention down to trying to get her shirt rinsed clean, but she looked up again at the mention of dead skin, making a face. "That's what happens when you put off taking a shower, Mr. Secretary." Impishly she stuck her tongue out at him.

With only a tank top and a pair of shorts to worry about, Peyton managed to get clean fairly quickly, and she turned off the nozzle on her own shower spray before sliding over to stand against the wall beside his, hands folded behind her back. When his stomach growled she gave him a curious look before grinning. "Nice stripes."

Even streaked up, shirtless was still a good look on him. Even better with the water trailing down his chest..

<You're staring again.>

Pale eyes dropped, lips pursing. After a moment she shifted her hands from behind her so she could wring her hair out a bit before pulling it all over her shoulder and separating it into three thick sections so she could begin braiding it.