[Of course he's smiling when he turns around, towel in his hand. He just got out of that shower, if that's not made obvious by how warm and flushed his skin is, by how his wet hair is clinging to his head. And it doesn't help that he's only further exposing his body by running a hand through that hair to give it a quick ruffle.

Jen's gotten the confirmation now: his hair color is definitely not natural. Woops.]

You know I don't like it when you swear. [Obviously kidding, he just lets that grin stretch wider before he gives her the mercy of wrapping that towel around his waist again. Slow and lazy, as he usually does.] You're right, it isn't hard. Thanks for noticing.

[He looks down at the obvious area, hands on his hips. Petre. No.]

You could always knock, too.