George was too busy trying to figure out what the hell he was going to lend her to wear to realize exactly what he was suggesting she put on. Ah well, it would hit him eventually. He led her up the stairs and over to his bedroom door and was just about to pull her inside when he realized he didn't remember the last time he'd picked up in there, and it probably wasn't a good idea to take a girl you liked into a room covered in your underwear.
"Er... wait here. I'll get you something," he promised, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before ducking into the bedroom. There was some shuffling, a few quiet thumps, and one minor crash before he reappeared in the doorway clutching a hideous, over-sized sweater with a large G on the front, and a pair of bright green pajama pants with monkeys dancing across them.
"Here you go. There's towels in the washroom, you can change and dry off in there..."