He considered this. "Well, perhaps it's best left to the imagination? I'd hate to mock you on such short acquaintance." He knew the type of pyjamas he thought she'd look good in, and there wasn't a kitten anywhere near them.
They reached the lake, the waters cloudy with fog. She had a strange formality to her words sometimes, and almost unconsciously he mimicked it. He'd long ago picked up on the fact that people responded better to you if you spoke like them.
"I like it here this early in the morning. It's like an entirely different world. All grey and shadowy." He looked down at her. "Don't tell me rainbows. I might have to weep."