You are lucky enough to end up in a bedroom-clinch-type-situation.
The other person involved, for reasons best kept to himself, has decided to accept your presence in his 'chamber', despite your strange hair and lack of conversational ability. In fact, the other person is 'putting up' with you purely because you have a 'bod to die for'.
Now, if you should ever find yourself in this situation, you may decide that keeping your socks on while we 'do the dirty' is a good idea.
If you do, can I please ask that you don't wear Homer Simpson socks. They really put me off my stroke.
Well, they did last night anyway...