"Thank you," he says.

He almost wants to ask why, but he doesn't -- not right then, anyway.

His eyes dart to the shower door as he inhales a lungful of the humid air, the scents of peaches and white pepper filling his nose. If he hadn't been mindful of the fact that he wasn't going to stare at that silhouette, he would have been content to stay there for quite some time.

Instead, he ducks out of the room and moves to the dresser, searching for his clothes.