[ Leanne is already in the midst of removing her skirt when he makes his own suggestion, which earns a huff from her end. ] Well it would have been great if you said something earlier, but I'm more than halfway done. [ He may even hear the drop of fabric that falls ever so delicately off her hips, as if purposely emphasizing that he should have said something sooner.

Next is her jacket, which she only pulls from her shoulders before quickly pulling it to her chest. Serving as the only material to hide behind now that she's near naked; it hardly keeps from an all to evident blush to creep on her face, however. ]

And you've already got a job: making sure that I don't end up as dragon food. [ A short pause. ] You can turn around.