Flushing, he felt his heart sink into his stomach as a distinct feeling of dread and existential crisis took hold. Curling into the fetal position he let out a groan, laying there, before leaving the bed. "...It would appear you win, this time." Sulking, he moved to find his swim suit. When she got like this, she wouldn't take no for an answer...

"Whatever it is you're planning, don't think I'll cooperate so easily." He sighed. He probably would. And that was the problem. With the bathing suit on, he pulled a small wrap around it, trying to at least conserve some small amount of dignity.