'Getting dressed?' That means...

John starts on the tasks but after a minute, freezes. If she's getting changed, maybe I can get my key while she's in the bathroom. He puts the wine back down and creeps upstairs.

He whispers a quiet prayer to any gods who might be listening and then twists the knob on his mother's door, opening it as carefully and QUIETLY as he can.

His hopes are high. His mother is nowhere in sight, probably in the bathroom, polishing her beauty to a high shine. Her pants are in a pile on the floor in the middle of the room, not even guarded despite the treasure he hopes to claim from them. He creeps over, imagining himself as a tiny-dicked ninja, and grabs the pants.