Martin ducks away from her gaze, still blushing, and takes another bite of his sandwich. He's almost finished, and yes, he is rather bolting it, but as he explained, he is hungry, and it's not as if Kaidy's slouching on the speed-eating front herself. He stuffs the last bite into his mouth, licks some escaped brown sauce off his fingers, and looks up from the empty plate to find that Kaidy is in the process of removing her clothes.

...

Martin watches, somewhat aware that the flush that's covered his face and spread to his shoulders and chest can probably be seen from space. At one point, while she's busy kicking her trousers off onto the floor and he's busy looking with no small interest at the spread of inked feathers and fur across her thigh, he realises that he really ought not to stare, but then he can hardly help it if she's both gorgeous and wearing only underwear.

And then she's handing him tea and he has to balance the plate on his knees while he swigs at his drink, reasoning that if there's less in the mug, he'll be less likely to spill it on the bed. It's slightly too hot for swigging, but he doesn't quite burn his mouth, just stings it a little.

"Thanks." He manages to get out. He's smiling, but he hasn't been part of a lot of morning afters, and he thinks he might have forgotten the rules.