Parvati looked him up and down from head to toe. It was definitely not something he wanted to be photographed in wearing for a large picture on the front of a popular newspaper.
Sighing, she pushed open her door, kicking her heel in the door to catch it. "I have a couch," she gestured in to her flat. "Please, I insist." At this point, she didn't even care if he took her bed and she the sofa; she could pass out anywhere.