[ if there's one thing he can confidently say he's learned about Rosalind, it's that she has more endurance than he would have reasonably expected. for someone that has been on her feet and subject to much strain to her muscles, she was able to withstand standing for a little bit longer if it means she gets fucked. then again, maybe it is easy to forget about the need to sit down, to sleep, when one is getting filled with a cock from behind. either way, she's a trooper and once their romp in the shower is over and done, he believes she's more than earned some rest.

they've both exited the shower after exhausting every little bit of hot water his home had available. Bigby opts to wear clothing for the one half that Rosalind avoids, a pair of pajama bottoms that ride low on his hips. he can't believe she's really wearing his clothes, but at this point, he doesn't believe there is any stopping her. is he watching as she puts it on? absolutely. is he so distracted by the thought and image of someone else wearing his button-up that he hardly hears her question? you know it.

Bigby has a delayed reaction to her question, and he visibly shakes his head when it soaks in. a hand runs through wet, matted hair, smoothing it back while he pauses to think. a few more seconds and he shrugs his shoulder. ]

Don't know. Not usually the snuggling type, so you might be lucky. Or disappointed.

[ she mentions his fascination with her backside and he can't help but smirk, not particularly embarrassed about being called out for it. he even makes a point of glancing down and stepping to the side to see if he can get a peek underneath the button-up. ]

Mm, no. Just something easy to hold onto is all.