She rolled her eyes, mostly as a way of rewarding him for his reaction, then took his hand to lead him back downstairs. She considered making him put his pants back on, but no one else was going to be coming to the door. She'd just make sure that he had the towel over his lap while they ate hot pizza.

She curled up on the couch cross legged next to him and served him up a couple slices before taking one for herself. She really was hungry, as much from the emotional stress as the physical work out.