Flint sits casually naked and tosses the clean towel he found over the wet mark. They still had to sleep there and both were too hazy and a little sleepy to care about cleaning up properly, so a towel would have to do. He smiles softly at the little affectionate touch on his knee, his free hand coming to lightly trace over the knuckles and wrist.

"Or you could just sleep naked." He shrugs, "No sense putting them on til you need to wear'em again."

He'll tip his head to let his eyes roam slowly over his body as he lays, stretched out and satisfied, looking really damn good and relaxed. He gives his thigh a pat.

"C'mon, sit up then so I can get that shirt off you." He waits patiently and expectantly.

"As for the wake-up, I'll have to keep that in mind." He gives a little lopsided smile. He definitely agrees.