"Whoa, whoa," Sam protested, gently untangling himself from her grasp and standing up. He knew that she knew that she could get him to tell her anything when she was cuddled up with him like that.
"None of that sucking up stuff. You can't find out 'til we get there," he said with a cheeky grin, grabbing a random shirt out of his dresser drawer and pulling it on without even glancing at the front. Fashion was very low on Sam's list of things he cared about.
"Now, Ms. McGill, you have to turn around so I can get dressed," he said primly. "Modesty is very underrated, you know." He wasn't able to keep a straight face.