Blue's tone was firm, serious without being off-putting. Lex frowned just briefly at her notion. He wasn't just going to keep her locked under the steps like some redheaded stepchild. "There's no need for that. You're not some mistress that I've got to hide from the wife," he assured her, taking his clothes when Blue handed them over. He was grateful that he didn't have to brace himself for a freezing expedition to find his clothes. His skin was still coated with a thin sheet of sweat and it would've been extremely uncomfortable, to say the least.<br/><br/>"Though, on that note," he started again as he tugged on his pants. Since they were already tangentially talking about it anyway, Lex figured it was time to get the awkward question over with. So he could define things a little bit better for himself, if nothing else. That is to say, whether Blue was the woman that he'd slept with, or the woman he was sleeping with. "Is this a thing that's going to happen again? Just for my own clarification." Lex felt along the floor for his shoes and pulled them on, going for the pillows he'd brought with them next. "But, if you're asking my professional opinion, you should probably say yes."