Hunter hadn't expected those words, although when he stepped inside and saw the immaculate white furnishings of Madison's home, he could understand why. In his dirty jeans and old torn t-shirt, he stuck out like a grimy sore thumb. The ruined trainers were no better, and so he carefully slipped those off at the door, "Yes Sir." He replied, not sure if he was going to be ordered about for the rest of their... rendezvous or if Madison was taking immidiate action in order to preserve his apartment. He followed the young man none-the-less, already stripping off his t-shirt.