She blinks at him, colour rising in her face at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes but she's tugging her t-shirt up over her head all the same. It doesn't occur to her to argue with him, because she utterly knows that he wouldn't do anything she wouldn't like. Boots and socks and horrible trousers follow, which leaves her in her underwear. She unhooks her bra easily, weighing her breasts in her hands for a second before hooking her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pushing them down.

It's a few steps to the bed, and she sits down, her knees drawn up against her chest and waits for him.