Damned if Dean wasn't going to be naked too. Bela opened the door to her bedroom - she'd managed to make it look nice without much money; a four-poster bed and cool colours without going overboard on the Laura Ashley. She turned back toward him, grateful she'd worn a skirt today, a faint smirk in place. Bela reached up and pulled him in for a kiss, simply because she could. It was rather a nice feeling.