She helps him free his legs and tosses the jeans in the laundry basket near the foot of the bed.

"Only because you made me look better."

Stepping out of her heels, she stifles a wince when her soon-to-be-bruised ankle flexes.

She's unbuttoning her fitted blouse when she glances up.

"And you -- don't even think about sleeping until you brush your teeth, beer-breath."