Her eyes are on him as he strips his shirt and fixes his hair, the motions of removing her own clothing so automatic she doesn't really need much attention for it. She'd noticed his hair getting longer, but she likes it. She keeps hers more or less the same length she's had it for years, though recently she'd let it go a little longer mostly due to not having time to sit down and fix it.

When he moves in to help her with her belt she rolls her eyes at his comment, setting her arm wraps aside and lifting her arms to start unknotting the buns she'd tied her hair back into.

"Can't have her boyfriend walking around smelling, either. You've got more smell than I do."