"No, I didn't and I'm honestly disappointed I didn't try harder now," Dutch says, laughing and reaching to smudge the slight bits of charcoal that were dotted on his neck. She presses her thumbs into the black dirt and smears them a bit before laughing.

"Let me see that washcloth unless you'd rather leave it be," she says, reaching to rub his neck (and probably picking up more charcoal as she did) because she couldn't help herself.

"And if you truly want me to make a mess of you, find me something better than charcoal and I will," she croons, grinning.