I slowly raise an eyebrow, but stand up anyway and cross the room. Every step I take is deliberately calm. My mind, on the other hand, is a mess because I have absolutely no idea what she wants from me. I push past her, the fabric of her robes brushing my thigh, and reach for the t-shirt I carelessly tossed over the back of the chair before going to bed. After pulling it over my head, I turn back to face her.