Kimi's definitely feeling more relaxed, that's for sure, and he definitely looks it, too, with how he's lounging back in his seat, head tipped back as he idly blows smoke rings up towards the darkening sky. But under it all, he can feel that ever-present tension that's threatening to rear its ugly head again if he gives it an inch, which is what talking about it would undoubtedly do.

So he grunts and reaches out to stub out his cigarette, then gets to his feet. "Naked first," he says, pausing a moment to stretch his arms over his head before smacking Despil playfully on the rear in passing. "Take your time, though. I'm gonna shower first so I'm squeaky clean for you, babe."