Aaron yanked one shoulder around to face Shiloh, and his expression took in the practically translucent pink shirt and the dangerously low jeans. There wasn't any fear or pain coming off of him, and it made Aaron practically unsteady with relief. The fierce brown eyes came up from his clothes to his face. "That's real subtle, Shiloh," he clipped, so tense he was practically a piano wire ready to snap. He shifted around and started pulling off his outermost jacket, a huge mulberry colored zip-up.