"Middle-to-hot," admits Carmy, a little dazed. Like, he'd prefer a happy medium but it's so hard to get a shower temperature there and he doesn't care if it ends up hotter.

Speaking of hotter, Carmy is quietly congratulating himself for his clothing initiative because Grace is the hottest girl in the world Gonna suck to lose the art but he's determined to enjoy taking it off as much as he did putting it on.

He steps forward and turns to draw her with him into the spray, and then grins suddenly as he glances down at her chest. "There's a real spraypainted stencil look happening here," he informs her, since with her bikini gone there's just the places where he didn't get paint, pale triangles of skin amidst the pinks and oranges.