"Can I then?" No, maybe he doesn't need to wear his jeans. So he shucks them off and settles on the bed, taking the nail polish and Wendy's delicate pale foot as well.
The nail polish is shaken and set on the nightstand, and Wendy's foot rests against his thigh. Before the actual painting part begins, he decides to play masseuse, thumbs pressing firmly against the arch of her foot. "Is this what slumber parties are, then? Doing each other's nails, and the like."