The trust she placed in him just about melted part of his circuits. To cover his momentary confusion, he brushed his lips across hers before stepping back, wary of the temptation she posed to his defective control. "If we're not going to draw notice, then first you need to change." He eyed her choice of outerwear, a few layers of burlap fabric, wrapped and tied around her body, the layers ragged in spots.
"You don't like my burlap look?" She laughed again, the sound the most natural one she'd managed yet as she pirouetted to show him her sack dress.
Too easily he could calculate the abrasion on her skin from the coarse fibers. He'd know, seeing as how he'd frictioned against them during their tryst. He'd quickly healed, but given the dirt in the place, he feared infection if she broke skin on the filthy fabric. "I think we can do better than canvas. I scavenged some items."
"In other words stole?"