"Whatever you got's fine," Danny says with a shrug. Now hardly seems the time to be picky, though he probably would be any other time. He knows what he likes, he sees nothing wrong with that. Now just isn't the time for it.

With her dressed and talking, he gets to his feet, hands in his pockets as he heads toward her, careful not to get too close yet. They'll probably both be better off out of the bedroom.