"I'll... I'll find something"

"I'll... I'll find something," he says, starting to turn away.

"Wait! Where do you think you're going?" you demand.

"I... there're washcloths over there," he gestures, looking you in the eyes, clearly with great difficulty.

"Okay, first of all, your attention should be on the ice cream on me, so that's where you should be looking," you tell him, breathing in and posing with your hands behind your head, elbows high. "Second of all, I feel very **** being naked like this and I don't want to be left alone."

"I wasn't going to... to leave you alone," Lawrence assures you, his eyes roaming over your body and resting on the trimmed and groomed hair over your kitty. "I was just going to go get-"

"I'm the customer: I'm always right," you say simply. "We'll have to make do with what we have here. Now come on and help me look," you say offering him your hand.

He steps forward. He starts to close the door behind him, but you stop him.

"I want to be able to see if someone's coming, Lawrence. Besides, if the door's open, I can feel safer knowing you won't try something horrible and perverted to me."

Stammering, he assures you that he wouldn't "try anything like that," but agrees to leave the door partway open. His face is blushing a bright red as he looks around the laundry room for something to use. As he looks, you find a reason to reject every suggestion. You also touch him on his arm, back and hair and complement him on trying to help. Finally, you "give up."

"Well, I guess there's only one thing to do to get it off," you say, turning him to face you and resting your arms on his shoulders. "You'll just have to use your tongue to lick the ice cream off of my skin. At least this way it won't go to waste."

"My, my tongue...?"

"Your tongue, Lawrence." you say, firmly.