Seeing Dejah strip down so unselfconsciously, and without rushing to toss on more clothes immediately after, is still a little...odd. (Not that Curtis minds. There's a reason he got a good seat and made himself comfortable.)

Sadly, his enjoyment gets cut off in a strangled cough as that image skims over his mind. "Um," he manages. "Do I have to?"

He's going to freeze to death in an outfit like that, Dejah.