Vasquez rises to his feet so he can be closer to Faraday, even if he's not so sure what he wants to do. In the end, he reaches out and lightly tweaks the fabric at the hem, giving him a slow-building smile. "You can wash it first," he taunts, because he wouldn't know how to do this unless he does it with teasing.

"You going to go change now? Or you want to stay in your pajamas more," he says, though Vasquez already knows he plans to steal those pajamas to wear, see if he can't convince Faraday to keep wearing them.

"Are we going to talk again about what you want?" he asks, keeping just an arm's length away, even if he's still got his hand tangled in Faraday's shirt and hasn't let go.