It was like--it was really the same as borrowing her work-shirts; Sharra had been taller than him, at least back when they could still trade.

It wasn't like the time she'd caught him in her stockings. Not even the least edge of forbidden in it. Or not enough to hurt. Not enough to shame. Just enough to be interesting.

"Difficult," he answered, spine straight even as his skin prickled with the chill and the approach, the regard being lavished on him, an interest he fully returned "difficult to calculate."

Ayel tilted his head and padded closer. The coat would work, if he draped it over Nero's shoulders, if they used it to curl together. The other garments were better than floor. It could be a cozy nest, with a little effort.

"It requires more data."

He was not purring as he watched his captain.