Despite how wild and needy he had been during sex, he was still such a confusing mixture of who he'd been and what he'd become. Stealing a kiss when she smiled, though it changed to a frown when she laughed. He leaned back slightly, looking perplexed, brow furrowing.

"Yeah well, I can take their shit. I don't want them giving you shit for this," he said, though they both had to know they'd know. If not the sounds of their sex, then the scent clinging on and around them. "But course you can have my jacket. Whatever you need."