"I dunno. I'm not sure I have the right...shape...for a small piece of fabric tucked in between my butt cheeks. Glorified toilet paper if you as me--" Wash was saying when he turned back around to her.
He hissed at the her face and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Yep, that's how people usually react when they picture me scantily clad," he said and drew her close.
"If it helps, I hear the mental image generally fades after a day. I can't speak for the post trauma, though."