Kavinsky nearly jumped out of his skin, uncertain how he'd managed to miss the noise of Newt coming into the house in the first place. He knew Newt was good at being quiet, but he generally announced himself when he came in.

He turned and pressed up against the sink basin, cheeks dusky with a blush at being caught in the dress.

"Christ, sugar," he mumbled, rubbing his face. "Hi. How was work? Jesus."