The way he spoke told her all she needed to know, he was struggling. He was trying so hard to resist that at any second, at even the lightest touch, it could all tip him over the edge. She turned, her back facing him, nonchalantly wandering the room, examining certain object and things as if everything was normal and prim.
Then she looked at him. "I think you know exactly what I am talking about." She tried her hardest to suppress a giggle, the whole situation quite humorous having started over a journal. She wandered over to her garments on the floor and picked them up.
"Guess I better get dressed then?" It was a question, purely directed at him.