"And deny me the opportunity to show you in the morning?" A small chuckle. "If you must." He simply stares at her pinky before indicating the door. "I'll bring you a blanket."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "No, I certainly won't be making that mistake again, I can assure you...." He says dully, hands in the pockets of his slacks. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Humor, but only in his eyes. "New 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, more like Ms...?" They've crossed paths twice now, it's time he knows exactly who she is.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "Dr. Oliver Thredson." A suspicious disposition. Necessary in her particular lifestyle. "—And you are?"

Eyes flit between the Morris' Human Anatomy and her face, back again. "I see you've been exploring, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, Ms. King." A pause. "Will you excuse me a moment?" He indicates the door, intending to get dressed before continuing their conversation.

A glance g̶l̶a̶r̶e̶ and he's grabbed his clothes and disappeared into the master bathroom. I'm record time, he emerges, clad in a white t-shirt and casual slacks. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "I figured you would have slipped back through the window where you came by now. I'm shocked."

An eyebrow raise at that. Is she genuine in her curiosity? What could be an alterier motive? "—ask away."