"It's hardly convenient," Jenny finishes for him, the words coming out half-muffled against his mouth when she leans in to keep kissing him. The clothes have their charm, some of them lovely, but right now, they're purely an annoyance. Much as it's a desire she can't quite wrap her head around for the physical nature of it, like an instinct rather than logic, sex has lost some of its ceremony after the first time, and she doesn't see any need to hold back when she's at least certain of what she wants. That he's only encouraging just helps on that front. Finally, reluctantly drawing back, she twists away from him, brushing her hair over her shoulder and looking over the opposite one to catch his gaze. "Here," she says. "There are far too many of these."