"He'd tell me he never gets hit, so he doesn't have to worry about it, which is a lie. He gets hit all the time," he grinned and returned the kiss, this one to her own cheek as his hand rested on her waist, before he moved back and peeled off the costume's upper torso. He was beginning to make his way to the stairs, so he could head up to grab a shirt.
"I lost my clothes in the rain, so when I went back to get them they weren't there, so I'll have to change," He then looked back to her, "So what's the plan tonight? Dinner, and then maybe settle in for a movie? Or did you have something else in mind?"
He was already upstairs as he finished his questions, and began to make his way downstairs in a tight black t-shirt.