"All part of the plan," Meredith assures him airily. Reaching automatically to readjust her bra when the wave of her hand accompanying her words sets a strap slipping, she shrugs it the rest of the way off a moment later, throwing it back to join the rest. The absolute lack of any plan, of course, is how she gets distracted halfway through important things like actually getting her clothes all the way off. Knees drawn up toward her, she leans her elbows against them, biting idly at her finger as she watches him. "Actually, it's the whole plan. After this, I'm just making it up as I go."