He chuckles and grasps the material lightly on either hip, sliding the shorts down sloooowly, enjoying the way Random seems to like watching. He hides nothing, doesn't flinch or try to hide himself away - yes, he's comfortable in his skin. Especially in front of this man.

Shorts hit the deck. Socks get pulled off easily and thrown away. And he stands, hands on hips, wearing nothing but a smile.

'Plan away. I'm not going anywhere.'