Ella's eyes followed his hands down to his belt buckle and her expression changed from sour to intrigued. The intrigue didn't last long, though, as she soon caught on to what he was saying. No one could really blame her for the delayed reaction, hearing words was not important when Terrence was getting naked. "You're fucking mental, I'm staying right here." She said resolutely, crossing her arms over her chest matter-of-factly.
Surely he didn't think his little striptease would tempt her outside right now.
A growl was rising in her throat, though. Even after six years, Ella found it difficult to resist a nude Terrence. She sat forward and let her eyes glint mischievously. "If you come in here, I'll take your clothes off for you." Alright, so she normally did that, anyway. But it was storming outside and there had just been a flash of lightning outside her window. She wasn't feeling exceptionally creative.