"Naked in my diner ain't the same as naked on the preserve." Eliot smiled, mental image starting to form. They'd need a tent of course, Hardison would outright refuse to even approach the preserve without one, but they could get a really nice one, big and airy, with nice cushions and things so Hardison couldn't complain about rocks poking in bad places.

Hardison naked on a backdrop of trees. Gorgeous.