Oh, that sounded vaguely ominous there, especially with the way she looked at him. And yet, he could not help being amused at the mental image, though he didn't think that ripping his trousers apart through the power of his arousal alone could ever happen. Unless he happened to wear particularly tight and flimsy trousers...

"That was not an invitation for you to test it," he stared flatly for a moment, as his hands ran down her inner thighs as well, washing them clean. Or that was his purpose, at least.