He snorts. "I hardly think Jean Claude would be worried about whether or not you're wearing shoes." There's a wide grin. "Unless there was company. But he's never too concerned with what I'm wearing in the privacy of his room, so I don't think he'll care what you're wearing."

His hands slide under the hem of the shirt and he grins wickedly. "Or not wearing."

Though Anita might. But she's not here, so what's the harm?