[It's sort of grumbled. Uncomfortable, disconcerted. Flustered. She's doing this on purpose, says part of his brain, the detached, logical part. While the rest of it is having a hard time getting around what flashes of muscle seen around the cloth held to his eyes.]
[Hoo boy.]
[Humiliating? Very.]
Make what -- [It's her lucky day. Discomfort in spades. A muffled, strangled curse while metal fingers grab for the cloth. Definitely feeling the cold there.]
[And... turning his head away so he can juggle cloth, belt, and accepting the rings all in one go.] You know. You could have just asked me to take it off.
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[It's sort of grumbled. Uncomfortable, disconcerted. Flustered. She's doing this on purpose, says part of his brain, the detached, logical part. While the rest of it is having a hard time getting around what flashes of muscle seen around the cloth held to his eyes.]
[Hoo boy.]
[Humiliating? Very.]
Make what -- [It's her lucky day. Discomfort in spades. A muffled, strangled curse while metal fingers grab for the cloth. Definitely feeling the cold there.]
[And... turning his head away so he can juggle cloth, belt, and accepting the rings all in one go.] You know. You could have just asked me to take it off.