He smirks at her pink cheeks. "Well. Since Arthur has left us in this very awkward position, we should take advantage of this time and then rub it in his face later."

He leans over and picks up a bottle of wine off the bedside table. "What do you say? I can put some clothes on, and we can drink ourselves silly. Or I can leave the clothes off, if you'd prefer? he teases, wiggling his brows once at her.