Tessa couldn't help but scrunch her nose up in distaste when he called the smell of Starlord an odor. In her mind, that usually indicated a bad smell instead of using the word scent or smell. "Odor, huh? Then perhaps I'd prefer you not to smell like Starlord if it means you smelling badly."
Letting out a long sigh, she shook away the lingering sadness and put on a smile. Tessa gestured with only her hand to the pants on her bed while she let her eyes look over his body. Yes, he'd be fun to play with. "Mmmm... As much as I enjoy the view in the towel, there are some sweatpants that should fit and be long enough. We can go shopping tomorrow for things that you'll need. Can't have my slave looking like a slob after all."
Lounging back on the side of the divan, she watched him as he moved in her room and pulled the pants on. With a smirk and a lick of her lips, she patted the space next to her. "Join me."