Sam and Alexia's Apartment

"Don't know, browse if you want. I've barely gotten my genres sorted out."
Heck, he only learned the word Genre a month ago.
He'll return shortly in a pair of plaid silk pants that he probably shouldn't have bought but screw it, they were on sale and he has money for nice things now. Nice things like fancy pajama pants. Or pajama pants in the first place. Oh, and a vest, because just because he's being ultra-casual doesn't mean he's going as far as shirtless.
Normally he'd never be this daring but she already told him she wanted to look at anatomical diagrams of his body and sniffed him. Lines have already been crossed.