"Hn," Cassandra replied in vague disgruntled, disbelief. Running a hand down his arm, she tugged it back up before settling once again by his side. Drawing her knees up, she rested them against his thigh before curling into his side. Her hair was still damp, so was he but she didn't mind. He was still here, that was all that mattered. "No, no you're not. I like your face."

Her statement was simple and plain, her fingertips moving to touch his jaw before she scowled at him. "No beards."