"You're already undressed, and I can take care of my own perfectly well. In fact..."

Flipping the oversized sweater over her head is a quick and easy gesture as she leaves it on the floor to collect later, diving in to lean possessively over him with one knee up on the couch next to his and one hand on his shoulder.

"I don't suppose you'd like a show, would you?" Irhya says demurely.