[ Jane just so happens to be sliding out of her damp dress just in time to turn back to Thor, still holding the garment in front of herself in what's almost a modest covering now that she's also stripped off what little she was wearing underneath it. Almost. As she turns she allows it to slip from her hands however, letting it fall over the arm of the nearest chair, and though she reaches to take the offered shirt she's clearly distracted from actually attempting to do anything with it, with the warmth from the fireplace at her back and Thor's glowing radiance in front of her, making her smile in that bright, endlessly pleased sort of way that he brings on so easily. He's always made her feel like a princess - which she shamelessly likes sometimes - but also like she's the most brilliant thing in the entire universe, and she doesn't think she's ever going to be able to fully process that.

So, shirt still draped over her arm for now, she reaches for his hands now, clasping them in her own as she leans closer, as if his own warmth draws her in more than the fire, which it does. She just wants to stay close to him - always, really, but especially now, knowing that he's got to still be reeling from the roller coaster of emotions that started the storms in the first place. ]

Don't tell me that, I'll take all your shirts away so you have to walk around without one.

[ She's kidding. Probably.

Her expression sobers slightly as she gazes up at him though, looking thoughtful. It's still storming away outside, and if she had to guess it will likely continue for some time until the rain and wind finally fizzles out, so they might have a break from social obligations for a little while, right? ]

How long do you think I can stay here before someone gets in trouble?