"Is that for me?"
"What?" She looked up into his eyes, dazed.
"That." She didn't respond, so he took the bag out of her hand and turned around to dump it on the table. Trousers, socks, boots, a decent shirt, a light jacket, not too poncy. It'd do. "Thanks love."
"Oh, sure." She stood there while he dropped the coat, until he cast a look over his bare shoulder. "You like to watch?"
"Huh?" She flinched. "Oh! No, really, and I have a lot of work to do. I'll just, just." She stopped and tried to gather her thoughts. "I'll just go over here."
He dressed to the sound of her muttering something about curves and angles and muscle reaction. He could have sworn he heard her muttering something about average as well.
"Love?"
"Huh?" She looked up from the floor where she'd dropped to write on the very bottom near the floor. It was the only space left.
"I should go."
"Oh, no!"
"No?"
"Really, no. I, I can't just let you.." She waved her hands, trying to find the words.
"Am I prisoner then?"
He looked almost as good dressed as he did naked. She bit her lip and tried not to look at the button fly of his jeans. "What?"
"Prisoner? Got chains? Angel gonna bust in here any minute and tell me I can't be trusted out on the loose?"
"Oh! No!" She blushed, again! Really, this was ridiculous. "I just thought, well." She looked him in the eye. "Would you like to go for some coffee? Or, pancakes? Or, or something?"
He laughed. "Sure, coffee. Or something. Let's go." He reached around and shut off the lights as they walked out the door. "You know, you remind me of someone."
"Really?" Fred replied. "Who might that be?"