"Show off." It's a comment for not being able to miss the flat soles of her boots suddenly being replaced by the pressed flat, overused, overwalked, carpet that she's been walking over the last few days anytime she wasn't out in the city. Which really, all of that though, and the shoe, does nothing to really distract her from what had been distracting her from even thinking about shoes at all.

Which would be Gabriel without his shirt, and if there's was anything she pictured before that would never be admitted to, it was blistered away at this point. Shoes being gone, she can give or take, the ease or the figuring it out, but there's an absolutely inability not to get her hands on his skin, and maybe. Maybe there was a different thought, before her palms are flat on his skin and she pushes him further back toward the bed, instead.