There's a slow pause. He gets it, kind of, like--a medical doctor that's seen enough naked bodies to not think of them as anything other than the norm.

Which means... "Not sure what I'd be forgivin' ya for. Not staring?"

He crouches so that he can sink into the water as she gets back in, letting the water level come up to his chin.

"Reckon I'll get over it," he answers honestly. He's not exactly brimming with confidence, but he does mean to try his best.