Lobby.
He sat up a little straighter when she asked if they should get dressed. "Well, we could lounge around," bouncing Isobel's words back at her with a wink from one true blue eye, "even charge an admission to see us in our skivs, but.." Trenton dusted some potting soil from the hem of his boxers as he stood up. "We're not looking our best."
He wasn't concerned about straightening the furniture, righting the plants, or even collecting his bedsheets. "You want to grab some breakfast?" Trenton knew that neither of them were really the type to hold hands and cuddle after an evening of romping around, but Trenton was also fairly certain that they hadn't slept together. They still had some clothes on, after all.