"'Course," Rose said, smiling into the word as she led him deeper into the flat. When she got to the bathroom door, she untangled her arm from his and slid his hand to the door knob. "I'll be right back with something for you to wear," she promised. "The linen closet is on the left just as you walk in, and there should be fresh towels on the shelf at shoulder level." She paused, then grinned. "My shoulder level, that is."
And she left him, confident that he could negotiate the bathroom on his own. He'd shown himself so capable before. But when she returned, a pair of jeans, an Oxford, and new socks and boxers, she stopped just in front of the door. It was strange and oddly... oddly intimate, having him in her bathroom. She was blushing, and she knew it.
"I think these'll work," she said, holding her full arms out toward him.