Dave stares as the arms drop. He just...can't physically not be staring when there are boobs and she doesn't care that there are boobs. At least with the shades he doesn't look as dorky as he feels, but his face is starting to match his shirt.

At this point in time, he isn't going to disobey orders from a nude princess. He nods dumbly, shuffling forward with the towel outstretched, not really sure what would be smooth and cool to say at a point like this.


Yeah. He's just going to vomit out what he's thinking: "Do you always swim naked?"