"Steve," Danny deadpans. "You've just come all over me by proximity and I'm wearing your clothes. He smells you, babe," he points out, but Danny takes it as a mild victory, smoothing a palm over the fur at his head and depositing him on the bed so he can greet Steve and Danny can start actually dressing for the day.

He heads into the drawers and fishes out a white dress-shirt that's shrunk in the wash, a black tie, and one of Kono's skirts. It's not that Danny's first choice is the skirt, but it's the fact that pants just aren't gonna work. And thank the Lord there's stockings, because Danny had lived with Rachel for too long and knows that women who go bare under are kind of whores -- apparently.