[She has a point.

Well, he can tolerate all of about twelve full seconds of sitting there with just her face, knees, and a slightly-decreasing-amount-of-bubbles to look at before he's already categorised all the real reasons that moths are so attracted to light - 'nobody knows', pft - and is bored.]

Addendum to rule number two. No. Three. Always do as I say unless I tell you to do something boring. And I'm already wet. This didn't help that at all. In fact I'm between wet. [He's picking at his shirt through his jacket.] This is like one step between damp and wet-wet. Are you all pruney yet? When do you humans start 'pruning' in the bath?