He winks back at her, his usual charm falling back into place, as he dresses himself and scurries away as casually as he can muster.
He returns a minute later, some garments slung over one arm. "Here, it's one of Bunny's spare tuxes." He clears his throat. "It's, ah, going to be a bit snug."
By which he means she's practically going to be torturing those poor buttons across the chest, but at least there's no legs or anything of substance on the hip to worry about.
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