For his part, he had trouble keeping his eyes in one place. He searched her entire body, starting with her bare feet and up her bare skin to the top of her thighs where her shirt rested lightly. Up over the flowing material of her shirt, that had fallen down one of her shoulders, leaving an expanse of skin bare there as well. Her cheeks were flushed from the warm bath and her hair was damp and in smooth ringlets around her face. She smiled lightly at him and Blaise, and Draco tried to get himself back in working order. Blaise beat him to it, of course, the tosser.