"Then I take it you haven't looked in a mirror recently, John." She shook her head with a smile.
"Good answer. And your wish is noted but, no offense meant, I wouldn't take a jacket you were wearing in that place." She patted his cheek and let him into the house. Everything was dark, distressed wood, cream colored walls, oriental rugs and rugged stone, much homier than Lydia's personality would suggest her house might be. "Come on, upstairs."