She looks over at him, keeping her gaze pointedly at chest height or higher. Not that she had a problem with nudity or even him naked, but he wasn't just naked. He was naked and... happy.

Cheeks flushed, her chin lifted as she tried not to show that she was embarrassed. She was an adult. Almost. She was a shifter. Nakedness and sex shouldn't bother her. It didn't in that taboo sense of 'oh my god, not sex!', but it was that she had no actively practical knowledge of it herself.

"I, um, I... That would probably be best, Balthazar." He looked mussed up, sleepy, sated, aroused, and if it wasn't for the part of him she was pointedly not looking at, he'd look somewhat adorable.