Stryfe watched her go, wanting to laugh all over again. She was offended. And embarrassed. And he was loving it. His clothes were still piled into her room so he followed her out of the bathroom and back into her room and hopped up on the bed, laying so his back was on her soft duvet. Still naked.
He fluffed her pillows and laid back again, fingers crossing beneath his head as he watched her huff around her room. "Don't worry about it. Everyone's out of their league with me. And I'd rather you not try. After all, you're so cute all innocent when you're all indignant like that. I'd hate to despoil you...just yet."
With a laugh, he patted the bed beside him. "I promise I bite."