Regina became aware she wasn't alone several heartbeats before he spoke. She'd had no idea who was there, and, frankly, wouldn't have cared as long as they didn't talk to her. But then he spoke, and then she did care.

She let the magic flow to her fingertips into a ball of light, glanced at him, rolled her eyes, and then doused the light again. He had no need of light to see, and she preferred not to see that he was attractive and apparently appreciated her, too. Probably, she should have covered up, but in the moment, she didn't care enough to fumble with her towel. If it made him uncomfortable, he could leave.

"Regina," she said in a tone of resigned introduction. "If you're going to ogle, you should at least know who you're ogling."