George's eyebrow went up at the mask, but he did not comment. There were a number of possibilities running through his head, and he rather liked them all, honestly. Okay, most of them. There were one or two that were a little strange even for him.
"All right," he said as he stepped onto the blanket and lowered himself onto it. He stretched out on his back, fingers laced behind his head. "I'm all yours."