He asks you to dress yourself. In your daughter's clothes.

“…could you maybe put on some clothes? Of course if you’d rather show off your new body to me…”

Again you feel your face redden. “Of course not!” you snap. But even as you say that an image of yourself slowly removing Nicholas’s shirt while he watches you flashes into your brain.

You shake it off quickly. What’s wrong with you? “I – I’ll change right now!”

“Yeah, that’d be for the best. Even if Helen’s clothes aren’t a perfect fit, they’d be better than nothing.”

You pause at the threshold. “Excuse me? Wh-why would I wear -?”

“I mean obviously your old clothes will just fall off you again,” says Nicholas. “But if you want to walk around half naked… again, I’m not complaining.”