Lacie can't help but laugh at that, setting the towels on the little table not far from the tub. She doesn't seem much phased by either his clothes being in the way, or his use of her bubble bath. She knows her own Kevin well enough to be able to guess that he's going to try to be obnoxious. It's too simple for him to just give in and try to enjoy himself.

(Though, if she'd known that hiding his private bits was part of his choice in the bubbles, she'd laugh even harder. After all, she's been quite intimately acquainted with an identical set of them for a long while, now, unless becoming a werewolf had done something interesting to them.)

"Well, it's good to know I'm the same person no matter where I am!" she says, unrepentantly. "Do you need anything else? A robe? Someone to scrub your back?"

(Of course, the best way to fight back is to play the accommodating hostess!)