He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in so he could kiss her forehead. Which meant he noticed for himself how soft and cottony the PJs were, but also how hot she was, and not in the figurative sense. "How hot are those things?" Duncan asked, surprised. "You're baking. Or are you coming down with a fever or something? Hi, Eyot," he added belatedly. It didn't do to ignore your girlfriend's cat.