[ He can tell by now she's just poking her own bit of fun at him, but he can't help give her just the sort of reaction she's likely hoping for, huffing and frowning like he is. Still, he's not about to leave either, so instead he turns around and presses his back to the side of the bed, legs and arms both crossed. ]

Funny thing to say, when you apparently found your way back in here somehow. [ He points out, this time not glancing over to her. ] And you'll have to excuse me if, coming from 1918, I'm not that accustomed to the sight of a woman who's a stranger to me in her underclothes. In my bed, no less. I've got nothing against bodies, it's just... not proper. That's all.