[ it's a mix of something between a dare and his own reflex in setting up his guards, in resisting the admittance to his own simple oversight. but it's also in part a study, like he's always prepared to observed, to note the way people react and respond, like he simply isn't done until he has a read on everyone's corners, answers often held in the ones not often easily perceived.

a slightly cruel test here maybe, but he doesn't intend to play it too dangerously, especially when she seems to do well in knocking down his teases. even when she presses him back, he maintains his smirk, feet moving backwards a few steps before placing his hands on his hips to watch her grip that more assertive nature.

he gives her a pensive stare for a moment, brow raised like he can't quite decipher why she's so panicked. then again, modesty about the body isn't so commonplace where he comes from. ]

This coming from the woman who stripped me down while I was unconscious. [ he gives a light roll of his eyes, but sinks his shoulder, giving in to the request. ] Thought you were a professional in the medical field. You always get this weird when people have their clothes off when they're awake?

[ when he turns around and away from her, he gives a tug to the towel to toss carelessly on the bed, moving in to reach for a pair of pants laying there beside it. not that he gives much warning for it, so it's entirely up to her whether she's fast enough to steer her eyes away. ]