He turned away from his musings of the photos in their ornate frames, careful not to touch any, and besides, his arms and hands were still wrapped protectively around himself, covering his near-nakedness. He didn't know whether to be amused, that he was in his mid-30's and still uncomfortable with his own body...or embarrassed that he was in his mid-30's and still uncomfortable with his own body. "Uhhh...I hope I don't have to spend dinner in just my underwear, Clara." He still hadn't been loaned anything to wear.<br/><br/>He smiled warmly at her, and said, "I knew there was something 'special' about you from the moment I met you. That's why I'm still here...well, that and the fact that all the belongings I started the day with are about to get washed. You did take my cellphone out of my pocket, right?" He gazed into her eyes and his smile widened, cheerfully. "Actually, just tell me where the laundry room is and I'll grab it on my way to tell Mom about dinner."<br/><br/>Dukey thought again about seeing Clara showering, and then of the glimpse he got of his mother, in a state that the Girls Gone Wild crew would be proud of, and said nothing of either, instead replying, "of course I'll knock first, anything less would be uncivilized."