Considering she'd flustered him, it was rare the tables were turned. Not that Trunks liked seeing her uncomfortable--that wasn't what he wanted. For once though, he didn't think...

At least not much, as there was that hint of surprise again at her statement, and then he was leaning forward. Head tilting slightly, just enough, and kissing her. Eyes closed, soft at first, and then more fully. Trying to show her, rather than tell her--he could not have cared less about sweat or dirt.

She was there, and that was enough.