[polite company might avert their eyes or do anything to not call attention to the fact that claire is standing in the middle of the hallway with just a bit of terry — no, make that egyptian cotton. damn he loves this hotel. — towel covering her frame. mick isn't polite company, so what does he do? the exact opposite, but of course.]
Hi. Nice towel. You need a hand with that? [the door, he means. though that might not be completely clear.]
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Hi. Nice towel. You need a hand with that? [the door, he means. though that might not be completely clear.]