"Well damn, girl... You need to shopping," he said, pulling a bit of a goofy face at her. Maybe when everything was back to relatively normal, he could convince Evan to send Twila out with her and they could do girly things together. Cause seriously? Girls ought to dress like girls, in his opinion.
Mac grinned and nodded. "Ah yes, sheets..." Reluctantly, he unwound himself from Molly, grabbed her still-cold hand and dragged her off to the bedroom. It was just as warm in there and, fortunately, clean. He made a sweeping gesture towards the bed - and its rumpled sage green sheets - and quirked an eyebrow. "After you," he offered, waiting to see just how comfortable she intended to get there.
It never too long for a high to set in with Mac. He'd been using for a while, but infrequently enough that it was still a good rush when it hit. A very good rush when he was in the presence of the god (er... goddess) herself. He ran a hand through shaggy brown hair and grinned at her. "You know, Evan told me your female body was cute, but... damn, I didn't think it was going to be that cute. Further proving that I think you're perfect no matter what shape you take," he offered with a nod.