He felt like a heel, not having thought of her wanting to change. When she said it, it was obvious. They'd been out in the snow, her clothes would be damp at best. He nodded and turned around mid-stride to go back into the bedroom and get her something. Evan returned with a pair of jammie pants and a sweatshirt that he knew she would swim in. He'd laid a pair of socks on the top, and there was a towel over his shoulder. There was no mention that he didn't think it was forward, since it was common sense, and he'd missed out on it. Evan thought it was far more presumptuous to imagine she wouldn't want to change.
"Yes, please don't tell anybody that." Though he knew that she wouldn't. She wasn't malicious like that. The teasing was fun, however.
He blushed a little, in precisely the way that he couldn't do with the fur, and averted his eyes. "Thank you."