Padmé gathers up her own clothes as well, feeling his eyes on her and not minding one bit. It's a little thrilling, actually, to have someone to look at her again, and to look at in turn. Because gods is he lovely to look at. It hadn't been the slightest consideration when she'd been considering her options, but she can certainly appreciate it now.

Picking up her nightgown that's half crumpled on the vanity, she notices a bit of material folded over on the chair. "Do you mean this boot, the one that's been flirting with my nightgown?" She sends a smile his way before tossing the boot in his direction, positive that he'll catch it. She's seen those reflexes in action before.