Sam didn't seem to be trying anything overt so far, but all the same, Lelouch wasn't sure he liked where the conversation was heading. This wasn't to say that there was anything wrong about referencing the last few times they'd spoken, at least when Sam was being careful to omit any hints that they had been especially catastrophic, but it was difficult to feel comfortable at all when things seemed to be turning toward... well, something approaching normalcy. What was Sam getting at?

"You never asked," Lelouch said, shrugging a little and glancing at Nunnally again. The temptation to ask for a towel was coming back, this time so that he could help her dry off her hair, but again, there was no way he was leaving the two alone. Another option would be to take off the pink shirt he had on and use that, but given the setting, the fact that Nunnally would probably object, and that it would be far less suspicious to just ask for the damn towel and get it over with... damn it.

"Nunnally? I'm going to see if I can borrow a towel. I'll be right back." He finally sought out her hand then, and after giving it a small squeeze, he let go, rose to his feet, and began walking toward the front desk. This was a stupid, pointless risk, but hopefully he'd be able to keep an eye on the conversation and finish his task in a timely enough manner that it wouldn't impact anything.