Kire waited, hands clasped behind her, as he picked out clothes for her to wear overnight. It was strange how nervous and giddy she was, when they had already shared a bed, literally and figuratively, on more than one occasion, most recently just last night. “Thank you,” she said, taking the offered shirt and trousers. She turned away, undoing the ribbons on her dress before slipping it off. She put on his clothes and folded her dress—rather haphazardly—to rest over his chest of drawers. “Much more comfortable than a dress,” she commented afterward, holding out her arms as she looked down at herself, amused. “So…” her voice trailed off, and the blush was back, standing awkwardly in the middle of his room. “Bed?”