Not unless she had a new secret tattoo or something. Not really, anyway. One could argue that though they'd both seen each other naked they probably hadn't actually seen each other. It had only been sex, after all. Nothing behind it.
David hurried over to the door. He attempted to assist her in getting her jacket on (chivalrous!), and even held the door open, "After you, Baines." Outside the car was waiting. Not his own--he didn't own one--he'd borrowed his mom's for the evening. He held the passenger's side door for her as well. If the evening didn't go well, she could at the very least admit that he could be a gentleman when he wanted to, right?