"What?" I said. "Post-coital bedroom discussion?"
"No," she said. "I hate the way the women in film always have sheets draped over their breasts after sex. I don't know about fictional women, but I have never seen any point in covering myself at this point. The guy has already seen me naked, hopefully from a variety of angles, so seriously. Why hide the delicacy of my shame now?"
"Maybe she's cold."
"How can you tell, though? Her breasts are covered."
"You're a pig, Muse. I like that about you.
She patted my arm. "Takes one to know one, honey."