She comes right up to him, hands slipping under his jacket at the shoulders to encourage it off his arms.

He can stay.

There's an empty peg on the coat rack, so it's not as if it's an inconvenience.

Pulling the leather free from his body and walking over to hang it up, she listens quietly, not making much eye contact. But she doesn't seem shy about being near him. She doesn't seem unhappy about what he's saying. And when she returns, she begins gathering the hem of his shirt into her hands, tugging him further into the room before attempting to pull it off his body.