She pouted a little when he moved her off of him but stretched languidly across his bed sighing with pure and utter contentment. It was perfectly comfortable and she didn't really want to move. Of course, handing her her dress was more than a sign he was ready to get on.
Still, she couldn't help but smile when he asked if she was going to stick around. "I suppose I could, " she murmured, pulling her dress over her head and going to the mirror. Tilting her to.the side she.fixed her hair but still had that 'just fucked look.'