"I'll just stay here, then," Irene decided, watching all of this and deciding -- for absolutely not the first time in her life -- that her own naked presence was the best weapon at her disposal. She stretched again, turning onto her back with a decided lack of shame, and ran a hand through her hair to try to smooth the curls a bit. "Since you've got to be off to work, and all."

And poor Irene, with no clothes, would have no choice but to stay here and lounge about in Amaya's bed and...well, surely get bored eventually and start rifling through things.