"Damn," Erik mutters, both at the figure Wanda cuts with or without the towel and at that kiss, heady and full of smoke. He likes what he sees and sweatpants don't tend to leave much room for the imagination to decide just how that affects him].

Half the point of wearing them, honestly.

He holds up his hand to take the blunt from her, if she wants to give it up; if she doesn't, he doesn't mind. Either way he'll also offer her a hand into the bathtub, before settling on the floor at it's edge.