"Buh..."
Not the most intelligent or coherent of statements. He also realizes, when she speaks, that he hasn't been looking at her eyes. Usually, he's very good at this. He blames the surprise factor. Or will, when he has a chance to think later.
"Robe... right." he adds, gaze lifting about a foot and a bit... which, as it happens, does not help.
The blush remains. Darkens, even, if that were possibly.
Finally, he manages to grab at her robe... knocking it off the hook and to the floor in the process.
Not quite what he'd intended.
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