Sometimes, less is more.
As a very young lance corporal, there was a relatively brief period where I spent no small amount of time with a full bird colonel's daughter. Was always interesting knocking on her door, praying for the mom or a sibling, always getting the dad. Strange coincidence, that.
I just remember one morning waking up (clothed, thank god) in his family room. We had been a bit lit and I definitely had not meant to stay, but had fallen asleep with her down there after coming in from wherever it was we had been out. There was no noise, no alarm went off, no talking, but suddenly, despite only having slept for a few hours, I woke up and realized he was there (in uniform, no less) quietly staring at us tangled up together in a recliner.
He didn't laugh when I said; "Well, this is sort of awkward, huh? Uh, 'sir'?"
So I left. Quickly.
That marked the end of the 'relatively brief period'.