"A good suit is always appreciated," John stepped in with her, once they were moved into the bathroom, watching as she turned on the tub and stared at the water as it began to fill.
When she began to remove her blouse, John offered a nod and reached up to remove the ragged shirt that was already torn and full of holes, holding it off to the side and then tossed it for a hamper before then undoing the makeshift belt on his pants and letting them fall to the floor. Despite the dirt, and under the mess of grime and life in an auction house, John's body was sculpted in a rigid and muscular frame. His legs were thick and full of muscle; he'd been a soldier prior to becoming a demon, and the training in both worlds had given him a very strong body.
Lower half showed him to be well-hung, thick, with strong legs and calves. John took a moment to look at her as he let the clothes fall and then nodded towards the bath, "I'd like to wash to provide you a better view, Mistress."