"Angel, you know my towel won't stay on if you stand there looking like *that*." He murmurs, mouth full of froth. "Maybe that's the point, Mikes." You tease, giving your hips a sway as he leans more against the counter. Needless to say... You both were late anyway and had wet hair… among other things, a blissed out expression staying all through brunch with the Way's.