"Then I suppose I'll be waking up naked in someone else's bed," Irene commented lightly, plucking up the book from the nightstand and turning it over, trying to mask a sudden bolt of warm, disarming sentimentality -- look at that, she'd been cared for and with intent -- by feigning interest. "Not my preference, personally, but it's not as though I've anything to hide."

Honestly, being disarmingly naked was one of Irene's favorite pastimes.