Her body should be only a body, and he knows it. The fact that he keeps thinking of the form of her is proof that it's been a while. If he keeps it swallowed down, hopefully she won't notice, and none of it will make a difference.

"Positive." On the outside chance he's wrong, they'll handle it after that point. For now, he's breathing a sigh of relief, and hopefully she will, too. "You'll itch for a while, but that's all."

And now that they know, there's no reason for him to kneel in front of her ass and stare at her spine. He gets up, wandering over to his bed and flopping down on it.