She laughs at his response, simply glad to be back in their personal rhythm. Now that she's undressed (and re-dressed, sort of), she takes a seat on the bed. It's well timed, because now she can turn her attention to Kaz as he starts to peel off the layers of his clothing. In what feels like forever ago, she could barely stand to watch, blush rising up every time he took his shirt off to wash.

Here, she has no problem looking, though a bit of heat still comes to color her cheeks. She fiddles with the hem of the borrowed shirt, fingers itching to comb through his hair or run down the back of his neck. It's near irrational, how much she suddenly wants to touch him, enough that she takes a slow breath in and then out to calm her fluttering pulse.

"You're the worst tease I've ever known."