Fair point. [ Bela grins. ] If it were the other way around and you were topless and on my bed, I couldn't promise to keep my hands off of you.

[ Leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, she looks around for her shirt, finding it at the end of the bed and slips it on carefully. ]

There. No more distractions. [ Patting the spot beside her. ] Should I make us some hot drinks first?