Charlotte, who had half turned to look at the man, raised an eyebrow at his gesture. A smirk pulled at her lips as she turned to fully face him now, towel drying her hands. “Oh, I can?” she asked, putting the towel back onto the counter. Taking slow steps, she began to approach him, her smirk growing. This was a game she knew how to expertly play, one she always enjoyed having a partner of equal standing with. “And how, exactly,” she finally reached him, and slowly sat down on his lap, slinking one arm around his shoulders. “Will I enjoy myself, hm?”