[ Whatever, that's clearly so much more effort. Now she has to actually get up and stuff. She doesn't reply until she's actually at the door, and opens it quickly as she raised an eyebrow at him. ]

Hey, if you want clothes you make your own PSA, mister. Don't try and get in on mine.

[ Except despite the eye roll, she gives an open gesture for him to follow if he wishes, and turns to flop back onto the bed. ] I might know someone who can hook you up.