"Right out here, Shae!" Busily smoothing his shirt across the back of a bar stool so the small, treated area on the front could dry, Kami looked over her shoulder from where she stood near the kitchen bar. Her smile was already in place, automatic at the sound of his voice, but the flush rose to her cheeks again as his state of near-nudity struck her. She did not shift her eyes away, though, but took him in deliberately. Why not? In for a penny, in for a... Whole lot.
"Well," she breathed finally, "I see you found the towels." She turned then and leaned back against the bar slightly. Part of her was glad she had opted for her more restrained pajama option but another part was feeling totally overdressed. One ankle crossed loosely over the other, the hems of her brightly patterned cotton sleep pants lifting up a bit at the motion. Just as she made a study of him, his own review moved up from bare feet to a few tantalizing inches of flat, pale stomach exposed by her cropped camisole, lace edging and a vibrant purple contrast to her skin. "Your shirt is going to have to dry a bit," she continued. "Sorry."