He grunts, smoothly catching the towel she throws his way. This goes a lot quicker without hair even if he's not psyched about his new look after Elektra called attention to it. Cursorily, he runs the towel over his body so he doesn't drip too much then ties it around his waist. He's already moving to her side to take the second towel before he's processed what she wants from him.

"Sure." It's soft, looking at the towel in his hands and then at her back, eyes skipping to meet hers in the mirror for a split second before he starts in. Holding the towel in both his huge mitts, he delicately wraps her curls in, section by section, and presses until they're dry. He likes that it takes a while, giving him an excuse to linger close to her.