You read my mind. Please just... keep your eyes closed.

[Vastra slowly moves away, tense as she watches Zevran's face very intently for any sign of his eyes opening. Because now she has no bedclothes and is still as naked as the day she hatched.]

I am going to-- find, something, to wear, and I am going to... find you something to wear. And then we are going to strategize.