"You're very sweet," she said, giving him a nice pat on the arse as he left the room. Waving goodbye to Max again, she then set about peeling off the outfit she'd worn for the day. Nothing fancy - her standard jeans and a jumper ensemble, though she had to admit the tanktop she wore underneath wasn't all that pleasant-smelling. Pulling it off, she wandered over to the laundry basket and searched around for one of Remus' dirty shirts. Maybe it wasn't incredibly sanitary, but she liked the way he smelled.
Just as she was pulling it over her head, Remus returned. Wanting to greet him, but finding it impossible as her head was currently stuck in the head hole, she stood there with her arms up, looking rather helpless.
"I think I'm stuck," she said sheepishly. "Any chance you could give me a hand?"