At first she was a little confused by his suggestion, but then it quickly hit her that he was not wearing any clothing under the blankets of his bed.  Roxie's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, and she was suddenly very glad he probably couldn't tell in the dark.  Even with the great eyesight wolves had in the dark, it didn't always translate to deep colors.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, of course."  She said.  Roxie lifted a hand to her hair and ran her fingers through her dark locks as she turned and left his doorway, shutting the door behind her.  It was odd to be so intrigued and still feeling the remanants of terror pull at her mind.