"I don't flit!" Ray insisted, zipping up his pants but not bothing with the belt. The sooner he was out of here the better. "Let alone nude. This is a terrible, terrible misunderstanding."

He was going to have nightmares, he knew it.

"You should knock," he suddenly accused with a point of his finger, as he grasped around for a sock. Anything to deflect the awkwardness. "Don't you knock?"