Ari watched her strip from her towel and start to dress in the clothes she pulled from the closet. He was leaning against the headboard. Just letting his legs rest in front of him. Smooth skinned across his chest his muscle were still faintly shimmering with water. As a nearly invisible slight flame licked its way up and down his flesh removing the remnants of water from him. All without harming anything around him. He looks at her and smiles. Watching her without any discresion dressing. He was smiling and nodded his head. "I guess but why not some place less flammable? Like a concrete deserted parking lot." He suggests and says softly. He watched her sitting closer to her and the smile went away. A look of someone who is tortured crosses his expression. He mutters in Ancient Egyptian about torture devices being falsified under the terminologies of shirt and clothing. She continued and as she spoke about shoes he shot her a look that read why must you speak of those things of ultimate evil? Frowning emensely. "Why can't I still get away with it?"