John looked through his drawers, looking confused. "What the hell...?" His t-shirts, under shirts, hell, even his damn thermals were gone. Missing without a trace. He could have sworn they were here a few days ago. Thinking they might be in the laundry, he headed down the hall, shirtless, to the laundry room. Only to find you, holding one of his dirty shirts up to your nose, purring loudly and sniffing it. His eyes went wide as he watched you. "...Lass?" He asked softly.