"I don’t know how you expect me to say goodbye when you haven’t actually left. Besides, you’ll probably be gone for no more than ten minutes despite my request for fo45. Does it honestly warrant a goodbye?" Momentary awkwardness seizes her as she remembers again how very naked she is in comparison to him, but it passes quickly. He’s more than seen everything already, might as well be confident in it. She pushed past him, continuing with what she had been doing before he had come back into the room. She discarded the bra that had somehow survived up until now on the bed as she grabbed her robe. Turning around to face him again she found him leaning in the door frame. He was always leaning on something, and fuck if it wasn’t always the sexist thing she had ever seen. The posture was deceivingly disarming. The slouch would lead you to believe he was meek and trying to make himself small. When in reality, he was arrogant and often completely disinterested. It wasn’t a tepid disposition, but a predatory one. 