[oh good this gives him time to get changed. he strips off his shirt impatiently and glares down at Joe before dragging on his nightshirt over him and squirming quickly out of his jeans to drag on loose pajama pants, flopping carefully down on the couch afterward, careful not to jog Joe too badly]

I'd prefer it if you asked before wriggling under my clothes. [sounding a little annoyed but mostly amused]