Mmmm. Big sweater. Bare legs. Bare feet. And the delicious scent of my smoke, everywhere. Yes, I was chilly and I borrowed your sweater. I don't think you'll mind. Even though you know it might be a little smoky when I return it. But every time you catch a whiff of my scent, it will remind you of me. And maybe make you a little ... wild? Sure, I could've brought my own PJs. But we both prefer it this way, don't we. Mmm. We do.