He's really having trouble with that shirt. Sighing, she uses her height and lanky limbs to her advantage to help. Without getting on the bed, she dips a knee on it just enough that she can lean over and try to assist him. Of course, it's hard to do without touching him, but she can't just watch him struggle and not try to help.

"So you're saying you have no trouble trying to control me?" Amusement quirks at the edge of her lips as she says it, knowing that isn't what he means at all. He says that it's weird when she does it, and she fully intends on calling him on it.

"And why is it weird when I do it?"