"How can they be the same? You're just making things up!"
He put the towel down but didn't hurry to get dressed. Instead, he stared deeply into her eyes, "Aren't we both just wearing shorts with no shirt on? What's the difference?"
As he spoke, he casually unbuckled his belt. Amelia didn't have time to stop him before he had already taken off his dripping wet suit pants.
Amelia, "..."
He was so quick with his actions, he could have surely won a clothes-removing competition.
She couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore and turned her gaze towards the outside of the car, "Hurry up and get dressed. We're on the road, and I don't want to be misunderstood."
The rustling sound of clothes being put on next to her suddenly stopped, followed by the man's short laugh, "Misunderstand what? Misunderstand that I'm having a car..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Amelia interrupted him angrily, "Mr. Cooper, please show some respect!"
