" He just took her mouth again, spun her again--twice and toward the bed. She considered putting up a fight, for form's sake, but just wriggled back enough to scowl at him. "I'm working."

"Not yet, and you're mostly naked. Such a fine look on you, one of my favorites."

"Then why is that closet full of clothes?"

"Because being an understanding sort, I appreciate your insistence on being fully dressed in public. "

― J.D. Robb , Thankless in Death (In Death, #37)