Neron can't help but smile crookedly at her; to hear her manage to spin such a tale with such ease and confidence is more attractive than he thought possible. "That sounds simple enough. I'll make sure to undress, then, so my clothes aren't creased." And while Morgan gets herself comfortable under the covers, the Hailstorm does just that and strips down to his underwear (obviously it's black as well, don't pretend to be surprised about it).
"And what about if I should sneak up here again? Will it be a late night secret meeting instead of a very early one?" he asks, smirking over his shoulder as he carefully folds his clothes to hang them on the back of a chair. Once he's finished, he finally moves over to the bed to slip beneath the blankets next to the Warden, raising an arm that she might snuggle under it. "You know, this is the first time I've been in a bed properly since I Ascended."
