"Hey." Deimos grinned. "It was plenty fair to me. For the small price of a fuzzy pink robe I got to bend you over one of my favorite cars."
He figured he'd buy Nem a new bed, and some new sheets, and maybe pay for her to have her room completely sterilized, and they'd call it even. At least one of them wasn't romantically involved with Nemesis, which would be the only thing that could possibly make this whole thing irreversible.
Deimos looked down at the robe and shrugged. "I'm starting to think my choices are robe or girl's clothes, and honestly... neither is particularly appealing. But at least the robe is comfortable." He couldn't imagine trying to shove himself into anything that Nemesis wore on a regular basis. She was much smaller than him and it might make things painful. For everybody.
"If we're going to look for parts, I'm going to go home and change anyway. Even if we do find something that doesn't look too girly, I'd feel bad getting Nem's clothes all greasy. I have a habit of sticking things in my pockets without thinking first."