Well, at least the heat on the ship isn't malfunctioning in the other direction, everything swelteringly hot, so that Miles doesn't have to strip Bel down to briefs and bra -- not that he hasn't seen Bel in undress before. He gives Bel a placid raise of his eyebrows and shakes out the blanket, though his soft-focused eyes are amused. Tonight has been unexpectedly...what, exactly? Enjoyable? Honest? Comfortable? Miles huffs out a soft laugh, folding the blanket next to Bel.

"Down here's probably for the best," he says, dropping to a crouch to unfasten Bel's boots so they can kick them off. "I don't need to worry about you rolling out of bed and hitting the floor like a sack of bricks." Giving one boot a good tug, he looks back up at Bel with look of softer curiosity, tilting his head. He nods in the vague direction of Bel's torso. "You couldn't exchange that for a women's top? I mean -- it just seems like that'd be more comfortable."