Osreor's eyes followed Ben as he moved. He typed just a little more, then set his phone down.
Don't worry about the room, I'll straighten up before I go.
I'm glad you stopped by.
Imagining Ben would look back, Osreor stood to move to the bathroom. He kept the towel to his waist, though it drooped significantly in the back as he moved, exposing a fair amount of his shapely rear. This time, it was purposeful, to give Ben something to remember him by, and perhaps recall when it was time to dream.