[Well now she can't help but peek. He's asking her to look, so excuse her for cracking a gap in her shielding fingers. No, he doesn't look mad. Far from it.

His face is... Well then. She's not religious, but the Lord must be testing her anyhow.

Look, it's a very good thing she is completely devoted to Byakuya-sama, or else she'd have totally lost it. Yes, she is in control! One hundred percent. Her heart will not be swayed. She won't fall for such an obvious ploy! What the hell is he playing at anyway, getting buddy buddy with her after such a colossal embarrassment? No amount of pearly white smiles or taut abs will deceive her. Even if he came closer. Even if he pulled her in, maybe dropped the towel—]

...Directions?

[Wait. Where was she?

Fukawa startles again. Her elbow knocks the door and it creaks a little wider.]

Yes! Yes, I was — I th-thought this was some other room, that's all! [That's it. She straightens some, though the impression she evokes is still more cornered animal than coy heroine.] I'll f-find my own way, thanks. You're not fit to show me anything like that.

[How brazen of him, to offer to guide her while undressed. And yet, how gentlemanly...

No stay focused!!]