"Stop that. I'm not. I don't have image issues, but I know very well that I am not a hot girl. That's just not who I am."
She sighed in frustration, shivering slightly as she tossed him a towel from the bag. "Dry yourself."
She glanced up at him with a wry smile, one eyebrow raised. "I'm not mad, my love. Dry yourself off."
"A little," she said lightly, standing up and coming over to him, taking the towel from his hands and standing on her toes to dry his hair gently. "But it's okay. Don't panic."