Michael unlocked and opened the door with a loud creak. He'd been meaning to lube it for quite a while...

Upon looking in, he realized how much of a wreck the place was... He wished he had cleaned.

"This is the living room, there's the obvious kitchen. The bathroom is down that way," he said pointing, "and the bed room is past that. The TV in there has odd color but, I never used it." He smiled at her. "I'm sure you won't care for it either though."

"I don't even know what a TV is," she said happily. "Where do I sleep?" she asked.

"Good, that means the shit one in there won't make you an addict." He grinned. "You're sleeping in the bedroom. Like I said, you can have the bed. I'll take the couch in here." He gestured over at it.

"Ah, and if you're accustomed to music while you sleep, I can help you find something on the radio or online," he said as he led her to the room.

Dea looked at him curiously. "Why would you sleep on the couch? Can't you share with me?"

"I... well... um..." he tripped over words while blushing. "See... you're a lady... a goddess, no less... and I'm... a mortal man... and not worthy... and A MAN overall..." He shied away and turned around, hiding himself.

"But you're attracted to males," she said. She blushed faintly. "I didn't mean to pry, but I was curious...Anyway...it won't matter to you, right?"

He blushed more. "I shouldn't be embarrassed that you know..." He faced her. "If you really insist on it, I'll sleep next to you. I must warn you... I cling to things in my sleep... warmer the more likely..."

"That's okay. I'm used to cats sharing my bed. They're clingy, too." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Likely, not like me... not nearly as bad." He smiled back at her. Her smile made him feel so warm inside. "So... what are you wearing to bed? And what am I aloud to wear?"

"Um...This!" The silvery light hid her from view momentarily. When she reappeared she was back to her normal goddess self. This time, though, she was wearing a plan white silk night gown. "And what do you normally wear?"

"You look wonderful!" he said with wonder in his voice. He soon snapped back to reality.

"Usually, I wear nothing... because I'm alone... but I know that's unacceptable. So... what's my minimum?"

"I don't know what males normally wear to sleep in," she admitted, blushing slightly.

"I don't know what's honestly acceptable in a female's company... so don't be embarrassed." He hugged her. "For tonight, I'll wear jogging pants and a loose shirt, ok? No problems, right?"

She nodded. "Okay." She really didn't understand why he was so concerned.

Michael grabbed his clothes and locked himself in the bathroom. "Get comfortable!" he yelled as he began to change. He wondered if she really was that clueless... and how that could be!