“Admiring your magnificent bosom?” he suggested lazily. She turned quite bright red. “Well, yes,” she admitted, “but now I find it was merely the tattiness of my nightgown that caught your attention, which is not at all flattering.” He gave a sudden laugh. “If I could see your bosom to admire it, then I would,” he assured her. “But alas, I cannot through that horror of a nightdress.”
