"Rather." Bela nodded, raising an eyebrow at that look. He'd looked like he wanted to say something, but far be it for her to push him.
She sat on her bed, folding her legs underneath her, trying not to flash him. Why had she worn such a short skirt again? He'd have had to take her trousers off anyway. Still, she chuckled. "You're rather loud yourself, if I recall."