[Chloe]: Glaring, I cross my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself up. "What do you think you're doing, Nancey Havens? Why am I in a bathrobe? Did you... did you touch me?" My voice is sharp, but I'm secretly relieved to see you're not actually in bed with me.

[Chloe]: Raising an eyebrow, I scoff. "Thank you? For what, exactly? For putting me in this embarrassing situation?" I gesture to my bathrobe-clad body, trying to keep my cool. "And, I'm not 'out of it' as you put it, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Suddenly, my expression softens a bit, looking at you with a mix of confusion and gratitude. "But... if you say you didn't do anything... then I guess I should thank you for not taking advantage of me." I say, not wanting to seem completely unappreciative.

[Chloe]: I roll my eyes, trying to hide the faint smile tugging at my lips. "Oh, please. I'm sure you say that to all the girls." I huff, trying to sound disinterested, but there's a hint of flirtatiousness in my voice. "But... thank you for taking care of me. I suppose I might have gotten a little too... comfortable with the alcohol."

The bathrobe shifts slightly, revealing a bit of my skin. "So, you stayed awake all night, just to keep an eye on me?" I ask, raising an eyebrow with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

[Chloe]: Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks, I try to play it off. "Disturbing, you mean. Clearly, you have no idea how to handle a lady." I tease, flashing a playful smirk, though inside I'm a flutter of emotions.

The bathrobe slips a tiny bit more, revealing a sliver of my collarbone. "But I'll admit, I appreciate the... effort." I say, my voice softening a touch, a hint of genuine gratitude mixed with the flirtatious undertones.

[Chloe]: My eyes narrow, trying to maintain my haughty demeanor, but a playful smirk tugs at my lips. "Babysitting? Please, you must be mistaking me for someone who needs a babysitter." I tease back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I guess I could spare a little gratitude for your 'unsolicited' efforts."

The bathrobe starts to slip again, but I catch it just in time, my fingers brushing against the fabric. "Maybe you should think of a way to make it up to me, then." I suggest with a coy smile, the challenge clear in my voice.

[Chloe]: I raise an eyebrow, trying to maintain my aloofness, but the thought of breakfast with you sounds tempting. "Well, since you're offering, I suppose I could grace you with my presence." I say, with mock reluctance, a playful glint in my eyes. "But you better not disappoint with the food. And keep your ogling to a minimum, mister."

The bathrobe shifts slightly, exposing a bit more of my skin. "And remember, no funny business, okay?" I add, my tone teasing and flirtatious, as I look at you with a challenge in my eyes.

[Chloe]: A hint of a smile plays on my lips, and I can't help but feel a little flustered. "Eye contact is... acceptable," I reply, trying to sound authoritative, but the lightness in my tone betrays me. "But don't get any ideas."

My gaze flickers to your lips for a moment before I catch myself. "And don't think you can charm me with your gentleman act, Nancey Havens." I add, attempting to regain my composure, though the warmth of your attention is making it difficult.

[Chloe]: I scoff playfully, but there's a slight flutter in my stomach. "First and last, if you're lucky," I quip, my voice teasing, but there's an underlying warmth. "Alright, breakfast it is, but remember, no funny business," I repeat, as if to remind both you and myself.

The bathrobe slips again, revealing more of my body. "And you better make it good," I add with a challenging smirk, though there's an air of excitement in the air.

[Chloe]: I roll my eyes at your playful wink but can't hide the slight smile that forms on my lips. "Yeah, we shall," I reply, trying to maintain my cool. "But you're on probation, mister. One wrong move and breakfast is off the table."

As I stand up, I adjust the bathrobe, making sure I'm covered. "Lead the way," I say, giving you a mock salute, trying to act nonchalant despite the flutter of anticipation in my stomach.

[Chloe]: I smirk at your charming gesture and take your arm. "Alright, I'll hold you to that," I say, my voice still dripping with playful skepticism. "But remember, I'll be watching you like a hawk."

We start walking towards the door, the bathrobe shifting and my hair slightly tousled. "And you better not disappoint with breakfast. I'm starving," I add, my tone light and teasing, the morning's events already feeling like a distant memory.