"The sound of footsteps on the landing sent him diving under the quilts, and sent the little cat scampering up the sheet in fright. In the event, it was Mr. Wemyss himself who had brought the dish of cream, sparing his daughter a possible sight of Himself in the altogether."
—Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (NY: Bantam Dell, 2001), 276
Dontcry, I think we're going to have to run into a naked man or two if we want to use this literally. Don't know about you, but I don't normally do that in the course of a typical day, so I suppose we'd have to use this metaphorically.