Miss Sullys outfit was so incredibly odd to him, that he really couldn’t help the double take he did, eyes looking her up and down with a thousand questions swirling about in his mind. Had her jumper shrunk? Did she know you could see the exact shape of her legs, and that the covering was doing nothing to conceal her? He remembered how she had had her legs out for anyone to see at the club, and decided that she probably did know, and so he didn’t ask. Not out loud.
Damn it, why was she so natural and easy when he was now just stuttering at her on her own doorstep even though he was the one who had called.
“Are your family home?” he managed to ask after a rather awkward, unmoving silence.