"The red haired woman from the fruit stand would be splendid," Nathaniel replied with a lazy smile as he pulled the shirt onto his body. "And a bottle of brandy." Nate picked up a pair of stray trousers, pulling them up and over his legs. He could feel the sun's rays warming the exposed skin that showed through the unbuttoned dress shirt. He went to the window, looking out at the streets of London and squinting against the bright light.
"Lovely day," he yawned, stretching his arms wide. His eyes drifted to Sean, "I think I'll join on this venture."