Milo was a little taken back by her question. He didn't mind being around a lady fresh out of the shower, but that was never something he'd been asked by someone he was working on a case with. Out of shock, he just sat there and looked at her for a second before replying, probably with a small blush. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, and putting his arms behind his back, he tried to look calm.<br/><br/>"Your house, your rules I guess. Promise not to peek."<br/><br/>Turning his head back to his computer, he tried to concentrate on the work, but his mind didn't want to focus on words right now. It'd really been a while since he'd done anything with a woman as well, which really didn't help. Unfortunately, these kinds of jobs didn't tend to withstand the rigid relationship limits. Although he was a man of his words, Milo found himself thinking about what he'd see if he did take a peek. He skimmed through the words on the screen, but only some of them registered as he started to get lost in his thoughts.<i>MILO, damn you, get back to your job, it's co-work, not coitus. </i>He scolded himself. He scrolled back up, and started actually reading the pages.