He doesn't smirk, for once. This is mostly a real smile, if very lazy and smug still. "I'm done shopping," I tell him very firmly. "And I've already taken my clothes off any number of times for you." He couldn't see me, but I don't really care. "I think you should take off yours. In the dressing room."

I fold my arms and look at him expectantly. I think this is a game I can play.