Lucy grinned faintly as she watched him head into the bathroom. Silly dragon, she didn't -really- intend on backing down. But giving him a little incentive to hurry up and rejoin her was reason enough to let him think it. While he was in the bathroom, she stretched her arms over her head, sighing softly as she proceeded to towel dry her hair. One leg crossing over the other, he would be greeted by the warmth of a smiling Lucy. ... who was wearing nothing more than a towel and a robe hanging off of her shoulder. Oh right...