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Adira smiled a bit like a resigned mom does every time their child did something bad that wasn't quite bad enough to discipline them for. And after all, she was not his mother and he'd done no real harm. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with a few towels and, in the case of her pillow, a washing machine.

The quiet flurry of clothes was a bit shocking, and she stood in the middle of her room blinking at the now half naked boy standing by her bed. "Um..wow." Adira had seen Neso's chest before, of course, but something about seeing Bo's equally as golden skin was much more...intimate, for lack of a better word. She stared for a second before her bright eyes moved back up to their intended target.

Without answering his question, Adira reached up a hand to draw Bo's face down for a kiss. Not exactly an innocent peck, but not anything that implied further action either. She broke away with a boyish grin and moved over to the armoire in the corner. "I don't know if I have anything that'll fit you in the slightest...but I'm sure I'll find something." She turned away from him, digging through the cedar drawers in hopes of finding something suitable.

"There are towels in the bathroom if you want, and a dryer down the hall downstairs for your clothes. Or you could hang them by the fireplace too if you wish." Adira's sweater stayed firmly in place, probably just a little disappointing for Bo.

The touch of his hand on her bare skin had been like fire, spreading heat across her entire body. A blush tinged her cheeks when she turned away from him...the choice had been made both easier and harder at the same time. The rules of flirtation were not new for Adira, she'd been through enough rigorous social training to know when to stay and when to break off. Bo was beginning to blur that line for her, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.

She'd figure it out another day. She was focused on rummaging through drawers when the sudden warm presence at her back interrupted her thought pattern. Before she could turn or speak, Bo's lips were whispering sweet nothings in her ear and a soft kiss to the neck that made her go rigid. Her neck and ears had always been sensitive, and the brush of lips there had been something else entirely. Unexpected, to say the least.

What was this? A situation that always prepared Adira didn't know how to handle? It was certainly something new. "Um, I...I can certainly start a fire." She paused, realizing that sounded incredibly stupid. "In the fireplace."

Had a desk been present, she might have slammed her head into it. The gentle hug and the constant presence of warmth at her back was not helping her to think at all. Adira's saving grace came in the form of a gray pinstriped shirt dress, tucked in the back of her drawers. With a triumphant noise, she turned within his embrace and presented her find to him.

It was extra large for her, a button down shirt coming to just above her knees with full length sleeves. "This might fit?" She was again conflicted between wanting him to cover his chest up and wanting to say screw it and let him romp around her house without a shirt. Both were equally as tempting on opposite ends of the same spectrum. Adira didn't know whether she wanted to be completely distracted or to cover it all up. Either way, the fact that he was hugging her without a shirt on was setting her on edge, blush apparent on her cheeks.

She blinked up at him for a few seconds before dropping off to the left. How was it that she was so unexperienced in flirting with people she actually liked, but when it came down to doing it for social or business reasons she was cool as a proverbial cucumber?

Adira feigned disappointment in the face that her largest shirt did not fit. It wasn't proper to have him be half naked alone with her in her flat, but hey- she'd made an effort. Thats what had really counted, right? But in reality, the view was nice; very nice.

"Dryer, yes." Good plan. Stepping away from him she scooped up the clothes on the floor and nodded for him to follow, but then stopped. "Any chance you could take off your shoes? Theres a mat by the door for them." The less footprints running through her house meant the less cleaning of them once he was gone.

The towel idea was a legit one. Adira padded down the stairs and looked back at him. "Towel toga should be alright. Though..." She smiled, "I refuse to call you Dionysus." The smile was followed by a look that clearly stated 'what are you gonna do about it'. She laid the clothing down on the tile in the kitchen before turning back to him. "Bathroom is the second door on the right. There are towels in there that you can use."

Adira turned and went back up the stairs, looking down at the top to make sure he was on his merry way before she changed herself. Etiquette training had made her a bit uptight in regards to physical intimacy. But then again, she'd never been in a situation like this before. She'd never dated someone solely because she was attracted to them and they were sweet; it had always been some case of social necessity. Maybe the rules were different? Adira didn't quite have an explorer hat yet, but she had an explorer badge and was working on it.

At the beckon, Adira moved to the stop of the stairs and stared down at the posing boy in her kitchen. "You look fantastic." The comment was filled with laughter as she said it. Towel toga he had promised and Bo had certainly delivered. The laurels glinting off the kitchen light caught her eye and she puzzled it before remembered the candles she'd had in the bathroom.

She had also changed out of her wet clothes, tank top, zip up and sweatpants replaced her equally as wet clothing. She was barefoot too, manicured toes padding down the carpeted stairs. She stopped a few steps up, looking at him critically. "Very acceptable, Bo-nysus." Adira found a middle ground between her refusal and his proposal...though she would only be saying it once.

"Fireplace first, or hot cocoa?" Seeing as the taller male had never been here before, she would probably have to do both actions herself. While Adira trusted Bo with her life...she wasn't quite she trusted him not to set her flat on fire somehow.

Yup, it was probably best she tended to both matters.

Hoping to avoid a potential house fire (what a downer that would be), Adira looked around frantically for something to occupy the very tall and overeager boy in her kitchen. Scooping up their wet clothes, the girl darted around Bo and all but shoved them into his arms. "I think I can handle both of those...any chance you can throw these into the dryer?" After all, the sooner they were dry the sooner he could stop romping around her apartment in very risqué towels.

"Its just down the hall there and in a little room, third door on the right." She pointed it out to him before moving towards the fire place. The more space between the two the better, and she figured that getting between Bo and the potential disaster might be the best distraction.

She made rather short work of starting the fire. She normally kept a few logs and tinder prepped inside of the grate. Fairly soon, Adira had a little fire merrily eating away and she was busy digging in her cupboards, looking for hot cocoa mix. "How goes the dryer?" The question was fairly loud, called over her shoulder with barely a glance behind her.

"I've never been camping." Her families ideas of camping consisted of a 4-star hotel, but mostly because to her mother, that was 'roughing it'. She'd always enjoyed the idea of it, spending time out in nature overnight and living off of what you brought with you and all that. But something just never sat right with her idea of it and the lack of control she would have in participating. If too many things went wrong, she would probably go a little bit insane until she could get back to civilization and all its conveniences.

She shivered at the kiss to the neck, turning around in his embrace to place a soft kiss on the side of his cheek. "The idea is nice...but I don't know if I'd have time to design a whole new space when I don't even know your roommates tastes." The idea of a design project, plus her school work, family obligations, and patrolling responsibilities was enough to make her balk, even though it was generally something she enjoyed. Still tucked in Bo's lanky arms, Adira reached up and plucked the tin of hot cocoa mix from her cupboard.

After carefully extracting herself from his embrace (see: ducking down and under the trapping arms), she set out to make two cups of piping hot chocolate. "Do you go camping often Bo?"