It's odd, but Kate has this feeling like she knows just what he's saying around that towel. Almost as if she's already got him all figured out. And so, eyebrow arched, she leans in and repeats a conversation they had not that long ago.

"I toldja if you didn't watch that mouth'a yours you'd get a bar of soap for your trouble. A towel'll hafta do for now."

He's being awful fussy for some reason, and Kate doesn't want the girls holding onto him to get hurt. So she does the only sensible thing a leader can do. She leaps on him.

"Don't let 'im get away!"

Arms already covered, she goes for his middle, deft fingertips skittering over his ribs.