"Yes, exceedingly clean. Although the soap helps."

She paused at that, before her lips curved up at the edges as she swam a little closer to where he was.

"Oh, it was not. You're a horrible fibber, Alistair." She floats in the river, pushing her dark hair out of her face. "You're also a man who is not my brother, my father, or Nathaniel ... so. I am allowed to blush if you see something you, ah, shouldn't."