[ That sneaky kiss earns him an actual smile. Less reserved when her defenses have been lowered, no thanks to their trainings. ]

Not exhausted enough to ignore food, though.

[ She's already in the process of pulling on a pair of pants--her pants, altered in many ways to allow a snug fit. ]

I'd rather the pants, [ she murmurs, tucking her feet into her boots. One day, she might explain why she prefers pants, even when wearing skirts. It's not something she'll offer straight away now, however, lest he happens to ask. ] Though I imagine we can use it as a belt, so I'm not blown away in a sharp breeze.

[ Stepping closer to him. One step, two steps. Fingers tucking into the waist of his pants. Eyes meeting his. ]

Lest you need this returned.