Words! There are words, and feminine words, and as he comes up and out of the water Jake realizes that he is most certainly not alone. Even as he blinks rapidly, shaking his head so that droplets fly from his spiked hair like a puppy.

"Wait? What? I..." The flush is likely from the salt, sure, and not the suddenly very close to naked moment in front of the very hot chick. Damn. Wait. Kitchen. Nudity. Burning.

"I can explain everything," he says, hands coming together over the fly of his briefs. Nope, nothing to see here. Just casual standing, with water coursing down his goatee and neck and running in rivulets down his chest.

Not even catching that she's explained that she gets what happened and trying to play innocent instead. As if that's working.