"In this case I will have to admit an amount of idiocy." That actually made the blush worse, which made her angry at herself, because she normally didn't blush. But apparently being caught naked, having slept with an elven mage, again, was sufficient reason. The fact that he claimed to remember when she couldn't was even worse.

Her head immediately turned at that. "You just told me you weren't sober," She accused, the barest trace of panic in her voice. Of course, turning her head had the added benefit of seeing him in all his naked glory, which hadn't bothered her before, but now that she thought that not only had she been a) intimately acquainted with that body and b) that he remembered her being intimately acquainted with that body, suddenly she was Very Very Aware of him. She hurriedly tried to remember what had happened the night before, and had a vague recollection of challenging him to a drinking contest, and then decided she really, really didn't want to remember. She turned her gaze sharply away.

"I wonder how many apology notes I'm going to have to write," She muttered a little darkly. She managed to find her breeches, which were, thankfully, intact.