Keith openly stated at her, what was the point in not? She knew everything about how he felt now, she knew he'd be looking anyway. After drying himself off and then going to get his clothes, he wondered how much different she'd be tomorrow. The post-orgasmic bliss and alcohol will wear off and she might not be happy with herself for saying what she said, she might even ignore what she said because she was intoxicated and not in her right senses. It pained him to think about how they might not have the talk about the game, that she might just let this night slip away into oblivion. Keith began to rebuild his composure, regaining his thoughts and control over his emotions. He locked everything back up just as he finished with the belt on his pants.<br/><br/>He nodded to her when she asked about his plan and then told her what he had in mind.