Clothes. Very well. June was almost getting used to clothing. Some of them were soft, like being held by the nurse bitch. She could appreciate them. Getting to her feet, she bowed her head to Xander, then sought out his bathroom. "He did not," she called to him from the bathroom, looking around to decide what a "robe" was. There were some things hanging on bars, and a thing on a hook on the back of the door. It had sleeves, so surely this was it. "I did not stay with him long, though," she continued as she slipped the robe on over her lithe frame. It smelled wonderful, because it smelled like Xander. A new master and new hope. Mal had said to find a purpose, and now she had one.
Coming out of the bathroom, wrapped up and feeling warm, June almost smiled at Xander. Almost. "The demon master Marley at the school helped me find things to wear but I have burnt a few of them from shifting, I forget to undress sometimes. I have clothing, a few things, that I will wear so I can seem human. Is that satisfactory to you, master?"