Jon laughed and fake-shivered. "No one should imagine Margaret Thatcher on a cold day." He watched Rob get re-dressed. Ma would suspect nothing.
"Could you at least think about it and mention it to your mom?" he asked, pouting. "I know that you want to help her out, but you deserve to have privacy... and we spend so much time together. It just makes sense to live together now, instead of messing around with back and forth all the time. We could pay Gabby...?" He knew that wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot.