He wasn't suggesting that she... did she want to... wait, what now? Did she want to continue what he'd... no. She couldn't. She just liked tequila. Right? Right. Um. Right.
"Latex," he answered almost automatically. "Really thick latex, and yes, it's very hot. Because it's... thick." You know, this answer was not helping him at all. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why was this happening with her lately?
"It's actually two pieces," he tried to get them on a different topic. At least in his own head. "Not including the cowl and gloves. They're separate. So five pieces. Total."