It didn't take long for Fenrir to enter her room. Again, like the night before, he was shirtless. As it got closer to the full moon, he felt hotter, like he was wearing a wool sweater. He just wore plaid, flannel pants, as he thought they were more than enough. Knowing how she was with him being topless, he hoped she wouldn't mind. She should be understanding, given his condition. With the added heat of her bed, her body, and the fireplace, they would definitely be warm that night.
Walking in, he caught her muttering something and perked up. "Oi, lass, what was that? Yew okay?" He grinned at her as he moved behind her. He poked his shoulder and tilted his head, curious. "Why're yew brushin' yer hair? Yer goin' ta bed, aren'tcha?"