"Then lucky everyone else, I guess," Annie murmured, sliding her hands up appreciatively along his shoulders with a sigh. "Maybe wrap up in, like, a blanket in that case."

Like a blanket would be better than actual pants in the case of fleeing a fire? Whatever, just go with her on this. She was picturing it and it was a nice image. Almost as nice as the actual flesh-and-blood, partially-undressed Diego here in bed with her now.