"And while I fully intend to take advantage of that," she purred, "I also fully intend to take you out and show you off." She grabbed his wrist and drew him in, not quite close enough to touch since he was still filthy, but close enough to brush her lips against his stubbled jaw. "I have a maid to do those things. We have a lot to do, you and I. I'd rather put those hands to better use than scrubbing."
Stepping back and away from his body heat, she shivered as she pulled her keys out of her purse. It was getting unseasonably - even, almost, worryingly - cold outside. She might have to have fires built in her rooms this evening, if this kept up.
Opening the door, she ushered John inside. "Get in, neither of us are dressed for this."