Dmitri watched her sit on his bed too as he looked down. He was trying to forget the feeling of her against him, the sight of her underwear as he felt himself blush. He shrugged it off a moment later, deciding to end the awkward silence as he looked at her. "Do you want to borrow a shirt that reveals less?" He asked her, not sure if she would say yes, but he would gladly lend her one as he didn't want to think of her like a prostitute. After all, his upbringing had marked itself pretty heavily in how he saw women, and the clothes she had been wearing weren't on his fancy list as he slowly stood, deciding to apologise. "I'm sorry." He said, moving towards the kitchen area. "I'm not a very friendly guy, just pulling you in and closing the door." He said, just loud enough for her to hear as he felt a bit embarassed about himself.