Sure, whatever you wanna do. But you can look cute an' hide things, promise. Jacket an' some real short shorts? Little tiny top like that with a skirt that's got some secret pockets? I dunno. Look, don't listen to me, I ain't no fashion guy.

[He just likes the idea of her in tiny shorts and his jacket, that's honestly the only real thought in his head now. It has nothing to do with shoplifting and everything to do with him being unable to keep himself off her.

So when he's done with his hair, and she apparently is done with her makeup or mostly so, he grabs her up for a kiss to the side of the neck so as not to mess up all that work she just did, and meanwhile tugs her nice and tight against him. She's so warm and so nice to hold, he can't help it. But he laughs as he does so, and pulls away to let her go.]

I'm gonna see if they got coffee in the lobby, you want some? Or are you comin' with?