As Bert spoke he looked back getting the pants pulled up and the belt buckled in place. "Really?" JUst that image alone was a lot for his mind. He'd seen one of Cordy's bras once, he'll he'd picked the damn thing up and played with it till she took it from him. The image of her lounging in that pretty black lace seemed to beautiful a sight for any man. And here he thought he'd pushed all those feelings aside. He was trying too anyway.

"You're a lucky man Bert." he added picking up both shirts hoping he didn't leave anything behind that might get them in trouble. "If she demands to know don't worry, I'd rather her be mad at me then you man. I'll shoulder the blame if it comes to it."