Morgan eyed the woman, who seemed absolutely enchanted by her seemingly endless supply of clothes. She hadn't imagined the werewolf would love this so much. It brought a slight smile to her face. She looked good, even in worn out clothes. When the woman landed on her bed, she smiled and spoke.

"Well, I did say that my home is your home...and i'm certainly a woman of my word. Also, it's quite nice that you put on clothes, it was getting to be quite the task to ignore your body, Carina." She said, sliding over to the bed and taking a seat, legs crossed, facing the woman. "Now...why are you here? Is it for something of mine, or is it for me? I just don't get it." Morgan asked, curious as to why the woman..er...werewolf was here. "Not that I mind having you here...it's actually quite nice having some female company here. It's a lonely life I lead." She said, as her cheeks flooded with red. 

Morgan was thinking about her, and only her. Which is weird, seeing as she is known as a scatterbrain.