Khalida rolls her eyes and tosses him on his bed. “Yeah right, love boy. You wish. No, I just decided to be polite to the poor driver that had to listen to your snoring so he wouldn’t have to wait until you woke up.” She grins playfully. 

Sorcha nods. “I suppose we are.” She stands side by side with him to compare their outfits. “I can change if it makes you uncomfortable.”