[As fun as this may be, Elizabeth grabbing his hands gives him the message that maybe he needs to settle down a bit. She's probably tired, and he still needs to clean her up-- and speaking of tired, he's starting to feel pleasantly fuzzy himself.]

All right, all right, I'll stop. I brought the washcloth, just like I said I would.

[Shaking the blanket off, he holds it up to show her.]

Do you want me to take care of it, or would you rather do it yourself?