Another time and Kate might have been offended, but as it was, bits and pieces of the night had only started to come back to her after she'd been dragged into the holding cell. She could hardly blame Harry for forgetting when she sort of only half remembered it herself. What she remembered was nice, but it wasn't all there just yet, just flashes of moments, the touch of Harry's skin, then the memory of being in the rec room.

"We took them off," she answered, grinning again, too tired to really be amused, but unable to stop herself. "We were swimming and then we ended up here somehow. I don't really remember that part," she admitted. "Then we got naked." His clothes were on the floor somewhere, she was sure of that, but she was too tired to get up and look for them now. "It'll come back to you."

At least, she hoped it would.