Arran laughed, but couldn't help feel that Chloe's preference was a valid one. "I like you naked, too," he pointed out. "You in special underwear usually leads to you naked, so I get to have both." He grinned, before adding, "I'm very lucky." Being naked didn't really cost him any effort, but Arran knew that he did plenty of other things for Chloe which did - he still kept a list! - so he didn't feel like it was unfair that what Chloe preferred should be easier to accommodate. "Taxes?" Arran asked, frowning deeply. "How can Evan make the window look like taxes?" Arran tried to picture what that would look like. "A Gringotts vault getting emptier and emptier? That is scary." Ghosts would probably be easier, though Arran did wonder whether people might find them legitimately upsetting. He'd have to ask, make sure no one had bad ghost-related memories. He nodded, excited by the prospect of their very own haunted house. "It'll be great," he decided easily.
Being old and married was working out very well for Arran, which he indicated by running his hand over Chloe's hip once she sat him down. "Old and married and happy," he agreed, "but not fat." Fat, for whatever reason, was associated with being married and happy in his head, even though neither of his parents were. It was probably from a nursery rhyme, or something. He hummed, relieved that Chloe hadn't really been jealous of Derrick. "Roger has never licked me," he insisted, managing to sound almost sad about the fact. "I would probably let him," he had to concede. They'd shared a sleeping bag, so licking didn't really seem like it would be a step too far. "I still prefer when it's you," he assured Chloe, wobbling up to his feet so he could kick his way out of his trousers and boxers. "Voila," he teased. "Your wish is my command, and I am naked." "Are you coming in the shower with me?" Chloe was not naked, so Arran eased his hands under her shirt, in the hopes that she'd let him fix that.