[ Mouth already open and prepared to give such an opinion, Grell is forced to retract the thought with a disappointed tick of the tongue! ]

Well, I do have a spare robe up in the wash closet. It's yours, if you want it.

[ Oh, she'd nearly forgot about her glasses! Well, she's up again to carefully free the chain from her hair, and set them on a side table... Seems she wanted to have herself a look, if he did decide to forgo his clothing. ]

It was hardly my style, anyway! You should know when you see the thing.

[ Not that it is an unsightly robe. Simply plain, and black. If William does go looking for it, he'll find it in a mostly bare clothing rack, tucked into an alcove beside the sink. ]